"Are you Tired?"
Revan felt Bastila's soft, smooth hand trace it's way up his cheek into his hair. She started playing with his individual locks of hair, playfully twisting and letting the hair untwist and fall back to it's original position. His head was in her lap, eyes closed and arms folded up, verging on the edge of sleep but for some reason staying awake.
"You should be," She whispered, "Two Wars and you've been fighting the Sith for years. The Jedi Civil War and the Star Forge have pulled much away from you. You've given away so much for the many. I can tell you're tired, some of your hairs are turning gray."
She chuckled a little to herself and Revan found himself smiling too. This was nice, he thought, the air was clean and the heat like light finger tips padding across his skin, soothing his muscles. The Force flowed in smooth, voluptuous waves that moved like the wind, whirling about in a large pool that drove all life around them. Following the individual webs through the world around them, Revan could "see" everything. Not physical sight, but something deeper and beyond that. It was like he was a part of every animal and every part of life, seeing the world through their senses. A thousand different ways to see the world was almost overwhelming to even him and his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration and sweat trickled down his temple.
Bastila swatted his shoulder lightly, "Don't overextend yourself, Revan. By the Force I swear you can never relax."
For some reason this stung him very deeply. The very thought of displeasing the woman he loved so much cut into him deeply, even if the slight he had caused against her was minute. His eyes flickered but no he didn't want to open them, because if he did Bastila would get sad and he didn't want her to be sad.
"I'm . . . "I'm sorry Bastila," He croaked. He reached up trying to find her face but she grabbed his wrist and placed it down softly.
"It's okay," She whispered, "I know you love me Revan."
Revan could feel rain beginning to fall and spatter across his forehead and body, cooling him from the light heat and he breathed loudly in sudden shock at the cold sensation, "I love you."
Their was silence on her end for a second but finally, "Do you?"
"Yes," He croaked dully, his throat was grimy and his voice like durasteel grinding together, "I promise I do."
He was struggling to open his eyes and comfort her like he should, but though he wanted to, his eyes did not want to obey him and open.
She was sniffing and her hand on his wrist was shaking and loosening, "Don't open your eyes, just relax. Aren't you tired Revan? Why do you want to leave and struggle? You've been fighting for years, let me help you."
"I want to see you."
Her hand was gone and so was her other hand from his hair, "It's to late."
Revan's eyes opened and he saw nothing, just darkness. Blowing out a heaving breath and wiping sweat from his brow, he blinked away salty years and dragged his gloved hand down his face. He laid back down onto the cave floor and turned his head.
She was there, her pale face unblinkingly staring back into him. Her wide gray eyes staring at him blankly.
He gasped and jumped backward, skittering backward on his palms and soles. He didn't stop until he hit the cave wall. Only then did he allow himself to curl into a ball and cry.