"So, question."
Jaina drops into her chair in the Master's Circle, conveniently next to Kyp's. They're early for the meeting, and he's involved with his datapad.
He drags his eyes from the screen, which appears to show a report on the latest efforts to locate the Sith. "What?"
"If you grew up on Kessel, which is near the Maw, why didn't you go barvy?"
Kyp stares at her with one eyebrow lifted, not responding.
"Okay, okay, stupid question. You were too far away, and you're Kyp Durron. Been there, done that on the Dark Side possession."
He snorts softly and turns off the datapad. "I never felt the pull. And the brief time I was in the Maw, if Abeloth tried… Again, I didn't feel it. I was sixteen by then, anyway."
She leans her elbows on the arm of the chair. "Speaking of Kessel, we've had to go there about six times in the last four years, but no one sent you. You probably know it best."
"They asked. I refused." He wedges the datapad between his leg and the side of the chair. "I intend to never go back there, and Luke respects that. So does Han."
"Okay. I get that."
"I'd only want to go back for my parents, but I'm not even sure which grave they're in."
She reaches out, lightly touches his arm. "I'm sorry."
He gives her a faint smile.
The doors open and the other masters begin filing in. Kyp picks up his datapad. Then he leans back over and stage-whispers, "Besides, everyone knows I'm already crazy."
