The Funeral

Chapter 3, Post 1

By obi's girl

A small smile curled my lips as I watched Jaina sleep beside me. She looked so peaceful; at rest I was scared to wake her. Her hand rested protectively on her stomach.She probably knew everything about her there was to know, what she would be like, her personality. I wished I knew but I can only dream. Maybe she'll be like Jaina, maybe she'll have Jaina's love for flying. Maybe she won't be a tomboy like her mother but love to dress up and look pretty like all girls.

Or maybe she'll be a little bit of both, or maybe she'll have my dry humor. I frowned, or maybe not. Most guys like a girl with humor, not humor like her father!

Jaina moaned, turning over carefully. Her hand fell from her stomach and rested in the space between us. I wanted to pick up her hand and place it carefully over her stomach again but I didn't want to wake her.

"Too late," she mused, smiling up at me, "I've been awake for a long time. I just didn't want to interrupt your reverie."

I shrugged, whispering, "You ever wander what she'll be like?"

Jaina huffed, placing her hand again on her stomach, "What mother doesn't wander what her first child be will like? But I know she won't love dresses and acting all pretty."

I laughed, raising my elbow and resting my head on my hand, "Why not?"

"Because, " she squirmed, "No daughter of mine is going to be an 'Ooh, did you see that boy? He's so hot," kind of girl." Jaina twirled her hair for effect, rolling her eyes.

"So, you'd rather her be like you? Personality wise?"

Jaina grunted, "Why not like me? I was never like that, although mom did always want me to be proper. But I think I was mostly a tomboy growing up because of Jacen and Anakin. Oooh, you will not believe how horrible and terrifying it is having two brothers."

I shrugged, "I can't believe it was horrible for you."

"Of course I loved them but as the only female sibling, I could never really talk them about boys, crushes; it would just be too weird."

"So what are you saying? After this one, you want another girl so our daughter can have a sister and won't have to grow up like you?" I asked, smirking. "Frankly, I wouldn't mind a boy but another girl would be nice."

Jaina rolled her eyes, "Whatever, it just wasn't easy. I had to be masculine and in control of my emotions all the time.I was never allowed to be a girl because they were always watching me and expected me to be 'tomboy Jaina,' not I 'just wanted to be a girl Jaina.'"

I frowned, staring at her, "I never realized you felt that way; I guess it is hard having brothers and not one girl to talk to."

She huffed, resting her head on the crook of my neck, "Ya know, I never thought about this growing up.No, let's talk about something else. We're having a girl, end of subject and she's gonna hate the idea of dresses and always looking pretty. Let's talk about names."

"Oooh, the dreaded search for names. I don't think I'm ready for that one yet."

Jaina frowned, looking at me again and smiled, "You haven't thought of a name, have you? That's it!"

I shrugged, "To be honest, no I haven't. I haven't really thought of a name for her because I figured you would and I would agree to whatever you decided."

"A name is very important, Jag. She's our daughter; this has to be a joint effort. You can't leave these type of things all up to me, not that I wouldn't mind," she answered.

"Fine," I murmured and then smiled proudly, "Lessa."

Jaina looked at me curiously and started laughing, "Lessa? You'd name our daughter Lessa?"

I shrugged, frowning, "What's wrong with Lessa?"

"It just sounds.I don't know. I just don't like it," she retorted, "Okay, my choice now. Cerene." I started laughing and Jaina frowned, "What's wrong with Cerene?"

"It's like Lessa," I mumbled, "Jaina, sweetheart, we want our daughter to be proud of her name and have people tell her it's a beautiful name. Not make fun of her because her name is so plain."

Jaina fumed, growling at me, "So you don't like my name because it's plain?!"

I frowned, why did I say that? Oh boy hormones. I smiled, "No sweetheart I love your name, I couldn't picture you with another name.Oh, I got it! Elyssa. Ha?"

Jaina simply nodded, rolling her eyes again, "Oh, this is wonderful! We can't even agree on a name. That's it, she'll just be baby Solo-Fel."

I frowned, thinking hard for a moment and smiled, "How about Cherith?"

Jaina frowned, staring at me, "Cherith? But that's your sister's name.Are you sure you want her name to be Cherith? I wouldn't object but are you sure?"

"I think, I think she wouldn't mind. Cherith wouldn't mind especially since our daughter will be her niece," I whispered, smiling, "Yes, Cherith Solo- Fel. That'll be her name and you said you wouldn't object."

"Cherith," she whispered, "Cherith. Her name will be Cherith then but no slash between last names."

I shrugged, "You mean no slash between Solo and Fel? I can live with that." I smiled again, holding Jaina close to me and whispered, "Cherith Solo Fel, our daughter."

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The Funeral

Chapter 3, Post 2

By obi's girl

A/N: Jag is still a tortured man

Jagged Fel raked a hand through his hair as he walked back into his apartment and fell on his bed, slapping his face into his pillow. He moaned, rolling over and sitting up briefly, removing the lightsaber from his belt. He didn't know why he always kept it --he didn't have any use for it. Jag wasn't a Jedi...

The only purpose it served was to remind of him what he lost and what he couldn't hold onto. Jag growled, looking away from the silver cylinder. "Blasted thing!" he cursed. Jag closed his eyes, trying to fight back the pain and memories. "People tell me to let go but I can't do that, Jaina..." He started and then looked around the dark apartment.

Nothing was there, he was alone but her presence was there. He knew it was, or maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. "There's nothing there, Fel," he whispered, standing up from the bed and walking to the fresher. As the water ran, he stared at himself in the mirror.

His cheeks were rough; he hadn't taken the time to shave after the funeral. A couple more weeks and he'd have a full beard. Jag huffed, grabbing a shaver from the drawer beside him. He let the water run over the shaver and then brought it to his face.

After awhile, his cheeks were smooth again. He tried to smile but it was still too painful. He shrugged, cleaning the shaver, dried it and then put it back in the drawer.

That's better, a voice whispered.

Jaina didn't need to turn around to know it was she. He just stood there, staring back at Jaina's blue reflection. "I was wandering what happened to you."

Sorry...I've just been busy. I've meeting a lot of Jedi up here...even my brothers, she shrugged, So how did your meeting with the grief counselor go?

"Alright, I guess...I was a bit late meeting her but Wedge was there to keep her company," he mumbled and then smiled somewhat, "Weren't you watching?"

Jaina smiled, No, I wasn't watching but I'm glad you met with her. She paused, still smiling, She's really special.

Jag frowned, turning to her finally, "Wait a minute. Don't tell me she's the one you want me to hook up with?"

Why not? Jaina retorted, Jag, you need to be happy. I won't have you moping around and blaming yourself for my death.

"I do blame yourself for your death; I carry the grief inside me all the time. Even this place, our apartment, there are so many memories for me here but I need those memories to survive, Jaina. I'm not ready to let go." he retorted.

Jaina was silent a moment, Jag, this path of depression with destroy you if you continue down this road. I don't want that to happen to you! she cried.

"That's my choice Jaina, not yours," he retorted, "Look, just leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone."

Jaina huffed, looking down, Then this has to be the last time I'll see you...That's one of the reasons why I was busy, she paused, I talked to the Council and they urged me to stop these visits because it isn't good for you. You?fre not getting any better, and I think if I'm not here, it'll be better too.

Jag frowned, looking at her, "You're not coming back?"

How can I? I don't want to cause you any more pain. So, this is goodbye my love Jaina smiled bitterly, Goodbye then.

Jag was quiet as he watched her blue silhouette disappear and the room was dark again...and silent.

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The Funeral

Chapter 3, Post 3

By obi's girl

Celeste huffed, going over Jaina Solo's personal file. Before she left to meet with Jag, she'd requested information about her. She'd assumed there would be some file about her death; the overall coronary report but there wasn't one. However, there was a written statement about the accident.

Her X-wing was being chased by several skips and one of them got lucky, striking her left wing. She tried to compensate but she couldn't and her x- wing spun out of control, spiraling through space until it disappeared.

She put the file down briefly. Jag must have assumed since her x-wing was out of control she was dead already...but what if she wasn't? The military assumed her dead. Jag had requested a search to bring her body back. He did find her body -- her skin was charred and blood smeared across her face.

And then a couple days later, the funeral.

Celeste scowled, it was a horrible death. She felt like crying but pushed her thoughts aside, hiding the file in her desk as Jag appeared. He smiled at her briefly and then walked in, frowning again. "If you won't mind, I changed my mind -- and I want to continue our conversation earlier."

She smiled, "Of course. Sit down."

Jag nodded, "I'd rather not..." He drifted off, gasping, "I saw Jaina." Celeste was about to say something but decided against it and allowed him to continue. "She said she couldn't see me anymore because it wasn't good for me. She said I wasn't getting better." he mused.

"I have to agree with her," she interrupted, "The only way you'll get past all of this is without her comfort."

Jag looked at her and laughed to himself, "She also said something else.about you but I don't want to talk about it."

"You don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to," Celeste soothed.

He shrugged, wandering around her office. Jag clasped his hands behind his back, lost in thought. He stopped, looking at one of her awards. It gave her full man. "Did you ever have a nickname?" Jag wandered.

Celeste shrugged, "Celeste is my nickname. My full name is Celestine. Actually, I don't think I've ever had a real nickname. I was always Celeste," she paused, staring at him, "Why?"

"When Jaina became a member of the Rogue Squadron, the pilots named her Sticks because she flew stick shift and they considered her lightsaber as another stick," he replied. Celeste laughed lightly, but tried to mask it. Unfortunately, Jag realized she was laughing and crossed his arms. "What's so funny, doc?"

"It's nothing --- I really shouldn't but I was just wandering what your nickname was? I mean, what did Jaina call you besides Jag or Jagged Fel?" she mused, "If you don't mind, but I'm really curious."

Jag grunted, rolling his eyes, "Men don't have nicknames. That's a female thing. Sorry doctor, Jaina never gave me a pet name or anything."

"Hmm, I think she did give you a pet name, but you're too embarrassed to admit what it is,"

Once again, Jag rolled his eyes and then looked at her, raising his finger, "You swear it won't leave this room..."

"I swear," she smiled.

Jag huffed again, "Jaggie. My nickname's Jaggie."

Celeste stared at him a moment and then started laughing, "Oh, I'm sorry...it suits you very well. But honestly, I expected something a little more."

"My turn. What's yours?" he asked, referring to her real nickname.

Celeste was quiet a moment, "Celi and sometimes Celise. Celi was my nickname when I was a baby but as I grew older, I considered it too babish and people started calling me Celise instead. That's the honest truth." She paused, clearing her throat and then caught sight of the lightsaber on his belt. "Why do you carry that around with you?"

Jag slapped his hip, "Luke Skywalker, Jaina's Uncle gave it to me to hold for her. I never understood why but I guess it's to keep it safe from other people," Jag removed the lightsaber from its clip and held it in his hand. He noticed it wasn't very heavy as he expected it to be. "I'd seen her once with it. She was practicing by herself in one the gyms.she glided so perfectly with it."

"Why not just leave it to her parents or her aunt or uncle?"

Jag shrugged, "Could have but I guess Luke figured I still needed some part of her to hold onto."

"You can't hold on forever, Jag," she whispered, her voice almost lost to Jag.

He turned to her, clipping the lightsaber again to his belt, "I realize that. Jaina wants me to let go but I can't just forget her. She died and everyone tells me to forget about her and move on, like her death didn't mean anything," he retorted, "None of them realize what I've lost! I lost not only her but our daughter, too.she never even had a chance. It's just not fair," Jag cried, "It's not fair."

Celeste frowned, she wanted to reach out to him and hug him but she was scared to cross that boundary of emotions. "How do you know Jaina wants you to move on?" she asked.

"What?" he echoed.

"I asked, how you know Jaina wants you to move on?"

Jag shrugged, "You'll think I'm crazy for this but after the funeral, I saw her ghost and she said she wanted me to move on. I've been seeing her off and on; other times I'd just hear her voice. But no one believes me. They probably don't believe me because seeing ghosts is a Jedi thing, and I'm not supposed to see her."

"Do you want to see her? To believe she's still here?"

"You know the answer to that, doc," Jag mumbled, "I don't have to tell you."

Celeste shrugged, "I just asked because sometimes the unconscious wants to believe something when really it isn't the truth."

He nodded, "No doc! I didn't imagine this. I saw her, I really saw her," he laughed, "I know you don't believe me."

"I do," she whispered, "In Jedi lore, fallen Jedi do visit the living, mostly because of unfulfilled obligations or promises. It isn't uncommon amongst many cultures that believe that sort of thing."

Celeste laughed to herself, "Sorry if I sound like an encylopedia...I'm just trying to help."

Jag smiled, "I know you are.." he paused, hugging, "I don't know. Maybe not seeing Jaina anymore is good for me."

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The Funeral

Chapter 3, Post 4

'Revelations'

By obi's girl

Jaina Solo tried to remain calm as she walked beside Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi's Master. She had been greeted by many upon her arrival, her brothers mostly, but Qui-Gon seemed to be the only one that understood how she felt about being there. She'd just come back from talking to Jag for the last time. It still hurt to say goodbye to him but what other choice did she have?

'You did the right thing, Jaina,' he said, 'Even if you did lie to him. You did the right thing.'

She shrugged, 'What else could I have done Master Jinn...? I couldn't let Jag destroy himself like that.'

Qui-Gon was silent and then smiled at her, 'I saw your daughter today. I kept her preoccupied while you were gone.'

Jaina smiled, 'I'd love to see Cherith but I'm just not ready yet.'

'Jaina, she's your daughter, you need to see her. Cherith needs her mother.' he paused, crossing his arms under his cloak, 'I think it would be good for you both.'

'Jacen and Anakin said the same thing...I don't know. Everyone's telling me to let go but I can't. I love Jag and it's killing me that the only boundary between that separates us is life and death,' she cried, 'I've told him he needs to move on and let go but I can't let go. Every time I've seen him, I've had to lie to his face about my feelings and I hate myself for it.'

'You feel you shouldn't be here?' Qui-Gon questioned

Jaina nodded, 'I don't belong here and neither does Cherith. Jag needs me and I need him desperately.'

~~

I need you, Jag's thoughts cried as he stared at the ceiling above his bed. He needed another drink to ease his sleep, but his mind cried for Jaina. Therapy, earlier that morning, helped a little. He laughed and smiled, something he hadn't done in a long time. But happiness was only temporary, Jag realized, happiness never lasts.

He was expected to move on but there was no way he could forget what he lost. How can someone get over loosing a wife and daughter? Jag groaned, thinking of Han Solo, Jaina's father. Han's life was shattered now, broken because Jaina was his last child to die in this forsaken war. Jaina's two brothers had gone before her - he remembered she was devastated and angry.

And Wedge.

Wedge had known Jaina and her brothers since they were little kids, long before they wielded lightsabers and blasters. Wedge loved Jaina as if she were one of his own daughters. And of course, there was Lando Calrissian, Han's best friend. In the beginning, Lando had vied for Leia's hand but lost to Han.

Tenel Ka, the Dathomerian, part Happen Queen was Jaina's best friend. Jag imagined, even though Tenel Ka wasn't able to make it to the service, she organized a grand funeral for her friend on Hapes.

In the beginning, Jag believed he was the only one that was hurting, that no one else understood but he was wrong. Many people were affected by her death.

That's why Wedge was in the bar that day drinking, Jag realized, he was mourning and I snubbed him. Jag frowned as he remembered that Wedge invited him to see his cousins. He said it would be good for him to see the girls; maybe he'd feel better. Jag smiled somewhat; Syal and Myri were very beautiful girls.

Seeing Syal especially, would remind him of the daughter Jag would never know and again, he'd fall sorry for himself.

Jag needed to stop feeling sorry for himself because he wasn't the only one suffering. So many others close to Jaina were hurting and grieving. Jag smiled to himself, grabbing Jaina's lightsaber and began to dress.

~~

Wedge Antilles moaned as he walked tiredly to the door. He'd been barely asleep and out of his clothes when someone started comming the door. He rushed to the door, lowering the volume on the speaker as to not wake the girls and Iella. "Yes, who is it?" he croaked, his voice still a bit itchy.

I thought I'd take you up on that offer for dinner, Jag's jovial voice replied.

Wedge's eyes darted to the door, "Jag, is that you?"

He laughed, Of course, it is, Uncle Wedge, Wedge smiled as he unlocked the door, allowing his nephew to enter. It was very evident both men were trying to get to sleep but failed. "Mind if I come in?" Jag asked and Wedge stepped aside. Jag smiled, looking around the apartment. "This is a nice place."

Wedge smiled, "Thank you. Please sit down," Jag mirrored his Uncle's smile, grabbing a counter stool. "Would you like anything? Food? Drink?"

"Actually, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to see my cousins and aunt,"

"Of course," Wedge replied, "Stay here and I'll be right back."

Jag sat there for a while, looking around the apartment again. The living room was a bit messy, scattered with some toys and the den, of course, was cluttered with data pads and papers.

"Jaggie!" Syal and Myri cried in unison as they ran from their parents and hugged Jag.

Jag smiled, engulfing them in one big hug, "Hello girls."

"We missed you," Syal cried, "How come you haven't come to see us anymore?"

Jag glanced at Wedge. Judging from the expression on his face, Jag knew Wedge didn't or wasn't able to tell them about Jaina's death, which Jag understood. Jag looked away from his Uncle and smiled at Syal, "Well sweetheart, I've been going through a rough time and I needed to be alone."

"Were you sad, Jaggie?" Myri asked.

He shrugged, "No, I wasn't sad.I was just hurt."

Syal frowned, almost as if feeling Jag's pain, "Why were you hurt?" she whispered.

"I was hurt because someone very close to me ." he whispered and then perked up, "You know the Solo family?" They both nodded yes as he continued, "Well, one of their children was hurt. Jaina, she was in an accident and was hurt badly."

"Is Jaina all right now? Is she better?" Syal cried.

Jag smiled solemnly, touching the girls cheek, "Yeah, she's fine now. She's sleeping."

"Sorry, you were hurt Jaggie," Myri added, "Hey, do you want to play? We know games."

"No Myri.I think your parents want the two of you to get back to sleep," Jag whispered. He smiled, kissing Syal's cheek and imagined he was kissing his daughter's cheek. Syal smiled, hugging him again and kissed his cheek in return before taking her sister's hand and walking back to their room. Jag's smile remained as he watched both girls disappear. "They're so precious," he whispered.

"Jag," Iella started, breaking away from Wedge, "Not that I don't mind you're here but why have you come?"

Jag rose from the floor, facing his aunt, "There's something I need to tell you the two of you ---it's about Jaina."

~~

"We'd decided to keep it a secret --- only Han, Leia and Luke knew but since Jaina and I were almost married, I figured you deserved to know also," Jag finished.

Iella bit her tongue, struggling to hold back her tears. Wedge rested his arm around his wife's neck but it didn't help. The tears won. "Pregnant? Jaina was pregnant when she died?" Iella echoed, "That baby was barely even mature and her life was cut short --- Jag, it's not fair."

"I know it's not fair," he whispered, "but it's the truth."

Wedge hugged his wife, looking at Jag again, "What would you have named her?"

"Cherith. Jaina and I decided on Cherith, after my sister," he answered.

"You realize I didn't even shed a tear when Jaina died," Iella added, "I mean I loved her too, of course, but now that I think about it, I must have seemed heartless."

Jag shrugged, "I think everyone was still in shock during the funeral," he paused, "Listen, I wanted to tell you because I thought you deserved to know.and I wanted to see the girls."

"Syal reminds you of Cherith, doesn't she?" Iella asked, "I mean I know you'll never know what she looks like, but when looking at her, makes you wander what she would have been like?"

"Yes, I guess Syal does remind me of Cherith --- but surprisingly, it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

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The Funeral

Chapter 3, Post 4 (Alternative Post)

By obi's girl

"Look I know you can do it," Jaina cried, facing the Jedi Council, "Please, you have to send me back...I don't belong here. Cherith and I don't belong here, and it's not fair to Jag. He's in hell because I'm dead and I can't be there for him."

Mace gasped, glancing at Master Yoda and then at Jaina's two brothers. Jacen shrugged but didn't say anything. "You both tried to talk to her?"

"We tried, but she didn't listen. She never listens," Jacen mused, shrugging again.

Mace was silent as Yoda stared at Jaina; she certainly was Anakin's granddaughter and very much a Solo. Jaina wasn't going to change her mind about this. "Know your feelings, do you?"

She shrugged, "Master Yoda, I don't belong here...Jag will suffer down there...I won't allow him to destroy himself."

"Happened before this has, in your family. Not that different, your story is from your grandfather's. Refused he did to believe Padme was dead because he knew she was still alive and in pain," Yoda paused, "Impossible this task is not. Done, it can be."

Mace glanced at his Master and frowned, "No offense Master, but I disagree. It's too risky. What if something goes wrong and Jaina herself is affected?"

"What would you rather me do? Watch them all suffer? I'm a Jedi, I can't do that. Listen, Jag said this war has been called the 2nd Jedi Purge and right now, I agree with him. I know, you really don't want that to happen again," Jaina cried, "Please, consider my words. Jag will destroy himself if I remain here."

Yoda grunted, glancing at her brothers, "Come forward, both of you. What do you think about this? Right, do you think she is?"

"I agree Jag doesn't know how to deal with his pain and will be seriously hurt if he doesn't get help, but I don't think it's wise for Jaina to return," Jacen stated as Jaina glared at him, nodding, "Sorry sis."

Jaina frowned, looking down and then looked at her younger brother, "And you Anakin? What do you think?"

Anakin smiled partially, "I think you should go. Love's a precious thing, Jaina. I know, Tahiri and I were barely given the chance to explore our relationship. I was just realizing my feelings for her before I died...What you and Jag have is very special. It has to be special. Otherwise Cherith wouldn't be here."

"Decision has been made, it has. But meditate further we will on this, consequences we must consider." Yoda concluded.

Jaina huffed, turning to leave but stopped briefly, glaring at Jacen but smiled at Anakin. At least one of my brothers is on my side, she thought.

Once Jaina was gone, Jacen crossed his arms, glaring at his brother, "I honestly thought you would have backed me up, Anakin..."

"Save it, Jacen," Anakin retorted, "You know also she doesn't belong here. They both don't belong here. I hypothesize with Jaina because I know how hard it was on Tahiri when I died...You think there wasn't anyone down there that cared very deeply for you that didn't feel hurt and betrayed when you died?"

"Tenel Ka," he mused, "It wasn't fair to her either because she didn't have the time to grieve like everyone else..."

Anakin smiled, "Exactly my point, brother. Everyone's telling Jag to move on and forget something happened, but he can't move on because he loved our sister very deeply. Sithspit Jacen, they had a daughter! You can't tell me Jaina shouldn't go back because it'll make matters worse, but she's gonna be miserable here and you know it. She'll never accept this life as we have. She wasn't prepared to die like we were and you want to take away her hope of returning to the life she rightfully deserves," Anakin cried, "That's just plain selfish, Jacen. They don't belong here, period!"

Mace shrugged, looking at Yoda again, "What do you think, Master?"

"Difficult decision, this is. Very complicated it can be, but the right one. We will send Jaina back but she'll have 3 days to locate Jag and her body."

Jacen raised an eyebrow, stepping forward, "Locate her body? I thought we already knew where that was..."

"Jaina's body is missing. That's why we've been delaying her return. She can't return if her body is missing." Mace explained.

Anakin rolled his eyes, "If Jaina's body wasn't burned, then where is it?"

"We don't know. We're sending her with Master Jinn as her guide. The two of you can't accompany her," Mace concluded, "May the Force be with you."

~~

Jaina Solo frowned, staring the charred wood and pile of ashes. Her funeral was days ago. Many Jedi had attended, Kyp Durron, Tionne, Kam Solusar, Streen, Cilghal -- as well as her parents and the Antilles family. A lot of them were offered the chance to give a little speech in memoriam, but the only one that refused to speak with Kyp Durron.

He was my Master; we were close....of course, he wouldn't want to talk. Jaina murmured, touching one of the sticks. The outside bark had already begun to chip away. She frowned, holding the stick in her hand and then gazed at the top of the pyre. Her entire body was burned, dark in ash....but it wasn't her body. It really wasn't her body at all. That's not my body. They grabbed the wrong body! she cried, dropping the stick on the floor.

Qui-Gon shrugged, standing next to her, Hmm. They had a search team look for you, but they must have picked the wrong spot to look.

Jaina moaned, glancing at him, This isn't funny, Master Jinn. My body, my real body is still out there and this...well, I don't know who this is but it's not me.

He patted her shoulder, People make mistakes sometimes. It's human nature.

Yes, people make mistakes but Jedi don't. And Jag's not a Jedi, she cried, Oooh, this is crazy. You hear stories about mortuaries loosing track of ashes but never bodies! Now, what do we do?

We need to look for your body, but I think you need to tell Jag what's happened and get him to create another search party.

She nodded, glancing at the pyre, I wander who she was if she wasn't me....

It's possible this body has been here for a long time and they believed it was you because it was already badly burned, he reasoned, Whoever she was, she had a beautiful funeral...

Even though it was mine and not hers, Jaina finished.

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