The sullen image of Jagged Fel came into focus
and he just stood there for a second. Finally, after making sure he was
transmitting, Jag began to speak.
"Jaina, I know you must be quite upset with me by now, but I figured an apology
wouldn't hurt. I'm deeply sorry for running out without telling you where I was
going, but I had private matters that needed immediate attention. As Kyp has
probably informed you, I returned to Csilla to attend Shawnkyr's funeral. I'm
sorry for calling you this late, but I just got back from the burial. You'll be
very pleased to know that Shawnkyr's family has exonerated me from any sort of
completion of her duty. They explained that they felt she had fulfilled her duty
to the Chiss and to the galaxy. Needless to say, they're pretty liberal," He
said, cracking a smile.
"My father has also instructed me to come back immediately, since he recognizes
my duty is with the Twin Suns Squadron," He said, smiling broader as a look of
relief washed over him. "So don't worry about me never coming back. I'm there to
stay, now."
Jag turned his head to the side slightly, as if distracted from something in the
background, and then looked forward again.
"My father wants me in the next room. I love you sweetheart, and I bid you
goodnight." Jag said, and the transmission went black.
Brodey rubbed his chin, trying to hide his disappointment from no one in
particular. Part of him was ashamed that he wished Jag would never return. He,
like Kyp, wanted Jaina to be happy. He imagined the look on her face in the
morning when she received Jag's message. Hung over or not, she would definitely
be elated. Despite his obvious feelings about Jag, Brodey couldn't blame her.
After all, he had made an honest mistake, if you could even call it that.
Brodey smacked himself in the forehead as a striking realization came to him.
Why did he always have to fall for girls that were already taken? He remembered
the long nights spent in agony over C'aalnisa while she spent them being courted
by his best friend Chaa'klan. Now he couldn't help but realize that the same
thing was happening with Jaina.
He gritted his teeth, forcing all thoughts of her out of his mind. He wouldn't
allow himself to get hurt like that again. He laughed ironically as he
considered that maybe his father had been right all along. An arranged marriage
didn't sound so bad anymore. It was definitely a good idea for guys like him
with shavit for luck.
Brodey glanced over at the vomit stain on the carpet. It looked like it had
almost soaked in, and it would surely need a lot of cleaning.
"Heh," Brodey said morosely at the stain. "At least you desire my attention."
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