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My son.
You stand in front of desk, defending yourself. You state the facts as a true officer. I treat you as an officer should, not like a father. You and I both know when is the appropriate time for that relationship.
You have made me so proud. At only twenty years, a squadron leader. I am proud of the man you have become. You do not stay away from a fight. You know what you can do and do it. You do not fool around. I both admire and hate that in you. I admire you staying on task, but miss the days when you were carefree. No longer do you smile as you did before Davin and Cherith died. You are around Davin's age when he was killed in battle. I wish light would come back to your eyes, son.
When I tell you of the fall of Corescant and a Solo child has been killed, you bypass any feelings to the fall of a government. I know why, even though you don't. You care deeply for Jaina Solo. I can see it in your eyes when you hear her name. I know, son. I only hope you realize before it's too late.
I agree to send you out to scout. I feel a little better knowing Shawnkyr Nuruodo is going with you, but I cannot rid the feeling of dread. As I watch you leave, I am fearful of your life. I have been through many dangerous and fearful situation, but none such as this. I feel as if I am sending you to die, Jagged. You do not shy from duty. You are brave. You are talented. Those won't keep you alive. I will not live with myself knowing I sent you to die. Your mother and I can't lose another child. You are the third child I have sent to serve. This is an enemy we do not know much about. Death shrouds our family. Don't add to it, son.
Be careful, Jagged. You must come back to us, to me.