Everyday always seem to be the same.

It is indeed never-ending.

Whatever she does, she always ends up in the same place.

She is not used to closed spaces, more so, she is not used to the same closed spaces.

But it appears that there is no other place for her to go; if she leaves, the inadequacy to become better will haunt her and she will always crave for it until she finds an outlet to achieve her own personal gain.

Completely ignoring the servitude of TC-846 who kindly sets down a tray of food and drink next to Jamis, sitting down staring at the wide window-wall peering through outer space.

"Lady Jamis, if you are feeling uncomfortable with the current temperature, I can always adjust it for you." TC offered.

Jamis shook her head, "No, thank you, TC. You've been doing so much all day, why don't you go sit and shut down for a while? Serving me must be rusting your joints."

The droid puts down a folded sheet closely to where Jamis is sitting.

"Nonsense, Lady Jamis, my scanner shows that I am in optimum condition to serve you. I am not, what you say, rusting my joints. I don't feel any rust in my joints as a matter of fact."

The droid's naivety amuses Jamis, it feels like it is the only thing close to human feeling—ironically. Seeing that she lost in polite debate with her own droid, she took the cup filled with tea with an aroma familiar to her: it was a medley of fresh fruits' extracts blended into a rich tea. Something that she has tasted in one of her adventures in the Inner Rim planets.

"Huh, drink of the royals," she mumbled under her breath, stole a glance at TC-846 busying itself with tidying up her things, "Not bad, TC."

She wraps herself with the blanket that the droid had put away, it kept her warm as the chill began to bite into her skin—she was not essentially used to the cold because she tends to stay in planets with warmer or temperate climates. In the corner of her eye, the sight of a planet within the Finalizer's orbit bedazzled her like a child; it was surrounded by a large mass of a water and a decent continent of terrain facing the direction of the window. The planet was unfamiliar to her but she was mesmerized by its five moons—differentiating by size, color, and texture—orbiting around it.

Across the room, the whirring sound of her door interrupts her brief moment of curiosity as Kylo steps in but stands where he is, and saw her looking at the gargantuan planet instead of acknowledging or welcoming him to her bedroom.

"That is the planet Vedroya and its five moons: Acox, Crov, and the three moons that can support habitation—Triea I, II, and III."

"I see you've done your homework,"

"You've never been to this part of the galaxy?"

She smirked and slightly did a half-turn to face him, "Kid, I've been hopping across the galaxy but I can't say I've seen every planet."

"Sounded like my father," he said it so faintly that it is mistaken for a whisper.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

With Kylo in her bedroom, Jamis has the chance of asking him what he intends to do with her and for how long he intends to keep her in the ship.

"I've been holed up here far too long," Jamis commented, intentionally making it loud enough within Kylo's earshot.

"I see that your impatience has been growing,"

"Bounty hunters are not meant to be kept inside some ship for weeks on end like a bird."

Kylo strode across the room, deliberately ignored TC-846's greeting, and stood right beside Jamis's side.

"I intend to keep you here for a reason," he huskily whispered to her as he stared into her reflection's eyes. "You may not understand it now, but eventually, you will. You might be surprised to see how much power you hold at your disposal if you took the chance to better it."

Jamis stared back through the reflection, questioning—in her conscience—if Kylo really meant it, and then more questions piled up in her head, one after the other, with answers branching out to another question; but the only one that reigns on the top of her mind is what is his reason to keep her? Other than training her to refine her style, what else does he want with her?

"How would you know?"

"Because I've seen it and I've felt it—from the way you fight, from the way you wield the Force and how it connects with you. It's unusual."

Jamis squinted her eyes, not fully convinced of what Kylo is saying, although she understands where he is coming from, it never came to her mind that she would be considered to that extent due to her abilities—come to think of it, she was never acknowledged for her connection with the Force as many bounty hunters are not sensitive with it, rather she was known for her fighting skills and hunting methods. She rarely discloses her Force-sensitivity with anybody, even from the people she considers her friends—although bounty hunters do not take kindly on such relationships due to the occupational hazard that comes with being one.

"I thought… everyone was Force-sensitive, or I could be wrong."

"Not everyone. Some, nary a handful."

"I see. That's one thing you didn't really lecture me about."

Kylo's brows furrowed together, he looks at her—not through the reflection, but literally at her—and he just waited for her to turn back to him. He was wondering why she shifted the conversation to that.

"Why the sudden interest?"

"No reason. Except for the fact that I was always taught with the mindset that everyone had the Force in them."

"Who told you?"

She shrugged her shoulders casually, "Oh you know, the old coots and loons sitting around towns, the people who lived through the war about twenty years ago. They were stories—ones that they would burst out to the table if they get the chance, they would do that when they would sit with us in a cantina over a drink—they tell some odd ones that I can't think to be true, but they do sound interesting—for a bedtime story."

"I see,"

The unexplainable tension that Kylo felt in him when Jamis brought up the topic of the Force being present in living beings

"I'm not overstaying my welcome here, aren't I?"

He shook his head. His lips parted, preparing to say something but the sentence slipped his mind, he withdrew and Jamis noticed but she chose not to point it out to him. They did not spoke further and Kylo prepared himself to the door. He slowly turned around and stepped away from Jamis. Before he could leave the bedchambers, Jamis slightly turned around so she could face him, spoke and stopped him in his tracks.

"I'll be done with the training soon, right?" she softly asks, seeking reassurance from Kylo.

He took a deep breath, "Yes, you are coming to a close with your training."

He heads out to the door, the door whirred opened and he left the room. Jamis is left again staring into the black sky illuminated by stars and planets. She finally has some time and privacy to reflect. She thinks ahead of the life waiting for her outside the Star Destroyer, she wondered if her time in the ship is all worth it and she owes it to Kylo.

"What is wrong with me?" Jamis hissed to herself, sighing in defeat.

"She doesn't even realize it," Kylo muttered to himself, marching away and heading to his own bedchambers.

Isolated in his own chamber, nobody can disturb him, he sits alone and contemplates on the memory of Kalia again. Ever since the memory of her resurfaced, he has been remembering her more and more; the images have become more vivid and his memories of her playing in his mind have become as lucid as he sees Jamis standing in front of him.