I stayed up to watch the "more at eleven" broadcast.
I was afraid of my friend and his power. I loved him, but his full potential frightened me. He could take on the Universe and win.
This did not help my recovery. My stitches tore several times due to the nightmare thrashings induces by the raw footage of Jun.
I had physical therapy for my leg. The damage warranted it.
After a few weeks, I finally went home.
"Asenath!" both Jun and Ben greeted me.
"Hi," I said, avoiding eye contact with Jun.
"You're scared of me," Jun said so that I could hear the pain and hurt of betrayal in his voice.
"No," I tried to lie.
"I should…go," Ben backed away.
"You are! I don't remember doing it, okay?"
I tried to explain that I was more afraid of the fact that Boba Fett escaped.
But, he knew.
"Stop being afraid of me!"
I couldn't fight him.
"Jun, it will take some time. You looked ghastly on the broadcast. You're my friend, but please, give me some time."
"Whatever you want, bitch," Jun replied gruffly and shoved passed me to stalk to his room.
Hurt, I made my way back to my room as well to rest before dinner.
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While I was learning the ropes of how to survive womanhood, Jun was trying to figure out what had happened, but all leads were coming up empty.
Jun did get my trust back, but the nagging fear he would kill me lingered for years.
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We progressed together and eventually became a Luke approved team. We shaped each other into Jedi strong enough that we could go gallivanting across the galaxy together, mostly unsupervised, all we wanted.