The day after he had been brought back to life, Jacen, now clothed in a modest poncho, shorts, and sandals, left Danni's grashal to regard the sunny morning in La'okio. Around him, Yuuzhan Vong, who he recognized as being part of both the former elite castes and of the Shamed castes, worked in harmony to accomplish their morning chores, such as tending to their gardens, washing their trousers via outdoor methods, etc. He noticed that most of those who were of the elite castes, particularly the warriors, seemed most reluctant to be working with the Extolled, what with the dirty looks given to the deformed Yuuzhan Vong.
Continuing to look about, Jacen spotted an especially familiar Yuuzhan Vong approaching him and smiled at the gray-skinned alien.
"Harrar," he said as he shook the former priest's three-fingered hand. "It's good to see you after so many years."
"I agree, Jeedai Solo," Harrar returned once they stopped shaking hands. "So, if you do not mind telling me, what was death like?"
Jacen frowned in remembrance. "Damnation," he answered. "I suffered for all that I've done before I died."
Harrar looked back the young Jedi with concern. "What have you done?"
Jacen sighed before explaining the horrible things that he did during the Second Galactic Civil War. As the young human recounted his actions, Harrar only stood there nodding in understanding, his expression belaying any judgment he held against the hero who saved his people from the clutches of Shimrra Jamaane.
When Jacen finished his tale, Harrar said, "Well, given what you just told me, I'm more disappointed in your friends and family than I am in you, Jacen."
The Jedi's eyes widened in shock. "What?"
"I would have thought better of your parents, your uncle, your aunt, and especially your sister," the former priest elaborated. "It seems like they did very little to try to save you. Now, as inexcusable as I think your actions to be, I find those who shunned you to be even more deplorable. They think they are so righteous and fair, but they never did anything to really try to help you. I wonder why that is."
Jacen grimaced. "Well, even if that's true, it's still my fault. I let that witch Lumiya manipulate me for her own ends, and I only escalated a pointless war that did nothing but make my friends and family think that I was a monster who merely replaced the hero of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion."
Harrar laid a hand on Jacen's shoulder. "But now you are back. You have a second chance now. You have the opportunity to prove them wrong, and show those you loved where they erred."
"I have no interest in showing my friends and family where they erred in trying to help me," Jacen said. "I only wanna make things right. And because of me, something evil is now free to roam the galaxy."
"What evil?" Harrar asked.
"The Bringer of Chaos," Jacen answered soberly. "I saw her during my five-year journey after the war against your people ended, Harrar. When I pushed for the war - the war that killed me - I thought I was preventing her escape. Instead, I've only ensured that she'll return. And because of that, even if she won't be the downfall of the Jedi Order, I fear that I've only started the chain of events that will lead to the destruction of all that my uncle fought for."
"Then you will have to leave us, will you not?" Harrar asked with regret.
Jacen blinked in sympathy before responding. "I'm afraid I have no choice. Or else no one will have a future. Sekot will die, along with the Yuuzhan Vong, Harrar. This is the only way I can see to it that you all have a chance to see a better tomorrow for your people."
"When will you have to go?" Harrar asked.
"I can only stay for the week," Jacen answered. "By the end of that, I'll have a ship to finally leave Zonama and return to the Jedi Order so that the Bringer of Chaos can be defeated."
Harrar smiled. "In that case, would you be so kind as to help me with my practices, Jeedai Solo?"
"Practices?" Jacen inquired. "What do you mean, Harrar?"
Instead of answering, Harrar reached a hand past Jacen, and the young Jedi turned to find a hoe in a nearby garden laying there suddenly float up a foot off the ground. It hovered in the air for a few seconds before it was gently lowered back down.
Jacen turned back to give Harrar a smile. "Impressive," he said. "Most impressive."
"Thank you," Harrar nodded. "I was the first to be blessed with the gift of the Force by Sekot, given that I had been here longer than any other Yuuzhan Vong."
"I imagine you're quite a role model among the Extolled," Jacen guessed.
"I am, as a matter of fact," Harrar said. "They look up to me as someone who has a better chance of connecting them with the Force again than either Sekot or Magister Quee can."
"They've asked you to connect them to the Force?" Jacen asked. At the former priest's nod, Jacen inquired further, "And?"
"I have been helping them for all that I can," Harrar replied stoically.
"It's a struggle, isn't it?" Jacen figured.
"Somewhat," Harrar answered with a shrug.
"I suppose you've been successful with most of the Extolled who've come to you?" Jacen asked.
"Some of them," Harrar answered. "The others, well... it breaks my heart every time I hear that someone in the Extolled commits suicide because they can never touch the Force."
Jacen grimaced. "I promise you, Harrar, after I defeat the Bringer of Chaos, I will come back to Zonama and I will do everything in my power to help your people out."
Harrar smiled without mirth. "I certainly know you will, Jeedai Solo."