Lux stormed out of the building, furious. He didn't want her to see this. This rage. He hated her for loving someone else, but he still loved her. Always would.
Now, it was Rex that he hated with an undying fury. Rex was the one who stole Ahsoka from him. She said it herself: she did love Lux, to an extent. It just wasn't enough apparently. If it wasn't for Rex, he would be with her right now, kissing her with the passion that had been with him the second he saw her. He knew that there was something special about her when they first met. She had this power around her and it drew him to her. He was wary of course; it was the Jedi who had killed his father after all. But the wariness went away quickly when she spoke to him, snapping at him with that beautiful indignation of hers.
He stumbled to his room and collapsed onto his stiff bed. He told himself to stop thinking about her, stop thinking, but he couldn't. Memories kept rising, making his pain worsen. Their first real conversation, how she hesitated and blushed and said "not bad, no" when he asked her how he was. He had been flirting with her at first, but this was the first instance where she seemed serious. Her lie that they were betrothed to cover who she was when they reached Carlac. How she had reacted when s\he had been forced to shut her up right before the Death Watch had entered the tent. He knew she had kissed him back, despite her pushing him away after.
Lux's body scrunched up, then relaxed completely. His eyes filled with resolve as his heart curled in on itself. Not to break, but to protect. He would have to let her go. He had to if he was going to face anyone later. She didn't love him enough, and he needed to understand that. He couldn't wait for her any longer. He closed his eyes, waiting for relief to come.
It didn't.
He couldn't let her go. He didn't think he ever could. He felt the truth of them. He just had to prove himself to her. Had to make her want him. He knew just what to do…