The Ebonhawk shot through hyperspace for what seemed forever. To Darius Gennings, things could get boring within the duration of ten hours. Mostly he spent it speaking with Kreia, his mentor whom he had killed. The young Jedi had gone over one-thousand times, through gritted teeth.

"It. isn't. my. fault." He told himself, groggily as he sat in the Crew Quarters.

Suddenly he felt something, the presence of… Atton. The Exile looked up to see the scoundrel standing against the doorframe, a blank expression masking his usual smug look. "You know, I haven't been able to focus on my piloting for the past hours we left Malachor!" His face was turning red. "What is it with you and your vibes? I've been feeling them for the past ten hours!"

"What are you talking about?" Darius asked innocently.

Atton crossed his arms. "Don't give me that, your emotion have been streaming off you like the stench of Nal Hutta."

Darius sighed. "Sorry Atton. It's just that-" The scoundrel cut him off. "Kreia is dead and your blaming yourself right? I know I well uhm, sorta' miss the Old Witch also. No offense." He added embarrassed.

"Thought you wanted to drop her off on the nearest star after Telos?"

Atton grinned hands up defensively. "Hey, just saying that I'm gonna miss the "imbecile" and "fool" remarks."

While Atton was smiling, Darius frowned inward and outward. "… I don't want to talk about it." The Jedi said weakly. "Just drop it."

Atton lofted an eyebrow. "Whatever, just trying to cheer up our favorite Jedi friend. Now if you don't mind, I'll get back to piloting." With that said he turned around with a mumbled, "If I can concentrate."

Darius watched him leave following his trail into the Starboard room few minutes later. "This will probably be the last time I see this place." He said with a sigh.

He sat down and sensed the ship. Reaching out with his feelings, the Exile felt the Cargohold as the Handmaiden did her training and lastly Bao-Dur who was fixing the circuitry (Like always). Below their calmed composure he could sense something else… loss.

For Bao-Dur it was his remote, his most prized possession since boyhood. That and everyone else, Mandalore, Mira, T3… they had all gone their separate ways.

Soon Bao-Dur would be gone to Telos with Mira and Atton and the Handmaiden, he didn't know about them. This raised even more questions in his overwhelmed mind. He clenched his eyes shut doing his best not to feel anything else.

When this failed he stood up and continued to pace the ship. 'Perhaps I'll drop by the Cargohold.' He thought between the screaming questions in his mind.

"Breanna." He said, nodding to the training Handmaiden.

"Exile." She nodded back.

The Jedi sighed. "You can call me Darius you know." He offered.

"Oh, yes." She said, his warm-blue eyes gazing deeply into hers. He noticed she returned his gaze.

"I have been wondering," She said. "If you are alright. You seem to be distant lately. Your closing yourself off from all of us lately." He noted the worried tone in her voice.

"I'm fine." He was lying through his teeth and she knew it.

"Your not." She retorted. "I can see pain written all over your face. Your sad and I know why. It's Kreia."

Darius sighed and decided to resign himself to the answer. "Yea."

She nodded at him in understanding. He remembered that Echani never spoke through words, only through actions yet he had no idea what action would recognize this type of emotion.

"Listen Exile, I want to tell you this because… you need to know." Her voice trailed off into a whisper. "This is hard to say so I want you to listen and not say a thing." She closed her eyes for a moment, but opened them to gaze passionately into this. This made him slightly uncomfortable. "I know you better then I know anyone else. And I… I think that being with you in battle have made my feelings on this more clear.

"I fought side by side with you on Dxun and was rescued by you on Telos. Through this whole journey, ever since I met you I always considered the thought that the compassion you show might have a hidden motivation but now I know I am wrong. You showed me the Jedi path, you taught me to listen to the Force. When I'm with you Exile, time itself feels so slow. And I thank you for this, because when I stand with you, I listen to my heart and now it is telling me one thing."

'You love me…' Darius though, now completely overtaken by emotion. He would do nothing until he got her answer. He watched as she shifted her feet uncomfortably.

"… I love you." She finished.

He knew this was bound to happen. He knew that they were bound to fall for each other from the beginning. Part of him did not want to face it.

"Do I love her back?"

Slowly he stepped out of the Cargohold to consider this. He needed to know what was in his heart.