DIARY ENTRY 2
Hello.
As I sit here with this datapad, my mostly numb fingers
run over the buttons. I taught myself finger-reading, once; a very, very
long time ago. I came to when I recovered the memory.
The monitors say I'm comatose, but I ignore them. I
can function at a bodily level that would be unconscious for another. That
doesn't mean I'm hardier. It just means I can be aware as I go critical. I haven't always had this ability.
I'm not sure where it came from, either.
My body aches and groans. Searing flashes often blind
my senses. We ignore it. It's only pain.
I won't be hearing for weeks; nor seeing, unless…
I could be Nashira.
It would work. Nashira withstood interrogations, Sith
mind probes, electrocution by Dark Side lightening. She can handle pain. She's died, before.
I, Tayun, rebel. The gods' three gifts—death, pain,
and life—echo in my memory. Yun-Yammka, the Slayer, would have Tayun kill—
I, Me, squelch Tayun. I need Nashira, right now, since
I'm not here. I'll have to decide, though. Do I heal quickly, concentrating
wholly on myself; or do I heal warily, keeping an eye out for enemies who
could put two and two together and get six?
All right. It's five.
But I still can't risk it.
Tayun and Nashira are eagerly sought in two circles. I survive because they hunt separately. I am alone. A joint hunt would
destroy me.
I, Nonni must be careful. No one wants her yet, but
overuse of her would put her in greater danger than the others.
The worst group seeks I, Me. They won't find Me, though. I've buried her in my mind, hiding her even from myself. She's the one
who haunts me, tormenting me in the night… plaguing me during these occasional
resurgences.
Right now I'm more worried about M—
I almost told you her name, again, didn't I?
The gang after her is of a more innocuous nature, but
that's only comparative. I know how to tell if the other groups come too
close. I know what they can do to me, how to lose them. This last one,
I'm clueless.
They've found me, too. That's why I'm here, writing
blindly, trying to figure out how to balance my healing and watching.
It's a private room, thankfully, so no other patients
will be harmed when someone comes to finish the job. It'll be a bounty hunter,
most likely. Suspecting what's coming, though, doesn't help me know what
I'm going to do about them.
They're Hutt.
Author's Note:
So who, do you think, might consider Hutt attacks "innocuous" compared to what she's used to?
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