This takes place a few weeks after Recovery part 1
Part 5: Recovery pt 2
He found her sitting at the table in the main living area, she glanced up as he came in. He sat down opposite her.
"How about we do some lightsaber practice as soon as you're finished?" He asked. She nodded, but said nothing. A few minutes later they left and walked down to the sparring rooms.
When they arrived there were a few Jedi already there, they moved to a part of the floor that was unoccupied and activated their drawn lightsabers, both purple lightsabres sprang to live. They circled looking for an opening and testing each others weaknesses. This was an old dance that they had performed many times and as a result had come up with ways to circumvent them, it also meant that they had to be extra careful of certain attacks; some ethical but most not. Mace slammed his lightsaber against hers, she held her arms locked and tried to push him backward, he could tell that she wasn't using the force, but instead relying on sheer strength to beat him. She wouldn't succeed, even if he didn't use the force he was far stronger than she was and he proved it to her, shoving her backwards. Almost instantly he could see something changing in her, her eyes narrowed, jaw clenched she came back at him, swinging her lightsaber at him. He barely brought his up in time to block her, but she kept at him, dogging him as he parried every stroke. There was a wild look in her eyes now, pulling her lips back in a snarl, she finally knocked his lightsaber aside, raising hers high above her head, she brought it crashing down on him, when it was intercepted by a blue blade. She turned slowly to stare at Obi Wan Kenobi and for a moment it seemed as if she would attack him. He was about to say something to her, when he saw Mace shaking his head at him and with one last look at Tar-Kentu he turned and left them. Mace took a few moments to gather his thoughts, before turning back to her. She was staring at her lightsaber, as if not quite believing what she had tried to do. She turned frightened eyes on him, when she spoke her voice was hoarse.
"Master.I'm sorry I don't know what I was doing." She hung her head.
"You are angry, after what happened you have a right to your feelings." He put his hands on her shoulders, she jerked away from him, shaking her head frantically.
"You don't understand, I feel like this all the time since.since" she seemed unable to finish that part. "If Obi Wan had not stopped me when he did, I would have killed you! I can't do this, I don't even know if I want to anymore." Her voice was sad, she stared down at her clenched fists, refusing to meet his eyes. He looked at her before pulling her into a hug, ignoring the other Jedi in the room. More than anything he wanted to stop all her pains and the nightmares that caused her to wake screaming in terror and begging him not to leave her to face the same thing again. He could feel her shoulders trembling as she tried not to cry. He sighed, wondering when this was all going to end. It reminded him of when she had first become his apprentice, she had been quiet and withdrawn, waiting for his permission to do anything. It had taken a few months before she had started trusting him and being herself, he had found that she had loved to play jokes on just about anyone, including him and despite repeated reprimands she had continued doing it. He would give anything for her to dyes or sew the armholes and legs of his clothes again. But it appeared as though it would not happen for a while.
Part 5: Recovery pt 2
He found her sitting at the table in the main living area, she glanced up as he came in. He sat down opposite her.
"How about we do some lightsaber practice as soon as you're finished?" He asked. She nodded, but said nothing. A few minutes later they left and walked down to the sparring rooms.
When they arrived there were a few Jedi already there, they moved to a part of the floor that was unoccupied and activated their drawn lightsabers, both purple lightsabres sprang to live. They circled looking for an opening and testing each others weaknesses. This was an old dance that they had performed many times and as a result had come up with ways to circumvent them, it also meant that they had to be extra careful of certain attacks; some ethical but most not. Mace slammed his lightsaber against hers, she held her arms locked and tried to push him backward, he could tell that she wasn't using the force, but instead relying on sheer strength to beat him. She wouldn't succeed, even if he didn't use the force he was far stronger than she was and he proved it to her, shoving her backwards. Almost instantly he could see something changing in her, her eyes narrowed, jaw clenched she came back at him, swinging her lightsaber at him. He barely brought his up in time to block her, but she kept at him, dogging him as he parried every stroke. There was a wild look in her eyes now, pulling her lips back in a snarl, she finally knocked his lightsaber aside, raising hers high above her head, she brought it crashing down on him, when it was intercepted by a blue blade. She turned slowly to stare at Obi Wan Kenobi and for a moment it seemed as if she would attack him. He was about to say something to her, when he saw Mace shaking his head at him and with one last look at Tar-Kentu he turned and left them. Mace took a few moments to gather his thoughts, before turning back to her. She was staring at her lightsaber, as if not quite believing what she had tried to do. She turned frightened eyes on him, when she spoke her voice was hoarse.
"Master.I'm sorry I don't know what I was doing." She hung her head.
"You are angry, after what happened you have a right to your feelings." He put his hands on her shoulders, she jerked away from him, shaking her head frantically.
"You don't understand, I feel like this all the time since.since" she seemed unable to finish that part. "If Obi Wan had not stopped me when he did, I would have killed you! I can't do this, I don't even know if I want to anymore." Her voice was sad, she stared down at her clenched fists, refusing to meet his eyes. He looked at her before pulling her into a hug, ignoring the other Jedi in the room. More than anything he wanted to stop all her pains and the nightmares that caused her to wake screaming in terror and begging him not to leave her to face the same thing again. He could feel her shoulders trembling as she tried not to cry. He sighed, wondering when this was all going to end. It reminded him of when she had first become his apprentice, she had been quiet and withdrawn, waiting for his permission to do anything. It had taken a few months before she had started trusting him and being herself, he had found that she had loved to play jokes on just about anyone, including him and despite repeated reprimands she had continued doing it. He would give anything for her to dyes or sew the armholes and legs of his clothes again. But it appeared as though it would not happen for a while.