AN: A companion piece to Tragedy that I felt was much needed. This one was harder to write, not because I was emotional, but because I wasn't. I don't feel that it's nearly as sad as Tragedy.
This is me, not owning Star Wars.
It was a lie.
A lie.
His father was not dead.
He couldn't be.
First his mom, and now this? The galaxy had a cruel sense of humor he decided.
"You okay?"
He turned to see Jania standing in the doorway, her dark, tormented eyes showing how little she'd slept in the past days.
"No more, Jania. I can't take it anymore." he said, his voice barley a whisper.
"I know," she replied, the pain still laced through her voice despite the fact that she'd been here first. Ben had waited, Jania had come.
"I'm not doing it anymore, I'm serious. I'll run away if I have to."
"That doesn't sound too bad, but I don't think they would have wanted us to."
Ben just turned back to his father's body.
"Come on," Jania said, taking his arm. "We're going to prove that peace is possible. We're going to finish what they started."
Ben realized who she meant; her brothers, Jacen and Anakin, he parents, Chewie, Luke and Mara, everyone, and he allowed himself to be pulled along.
"Are you sure Jania?"
"Sure as hell. Let's go show those remaining Sith that they kriffed with the wrong family."
Ben glanced back at his father's body.
"Looks like I have to control my own actions and hers now. Thanks Dad."
-finish-
