Well it seems to me that if she doesn't even remember being Revan, it doesn't matter. It'd be like yelling at her for sleepwalking or something like that, you know?

It's been weird, ever since she told us... after, you know, Malak told her. 'Cause, for the rest of that day everyone was just sitting around the Ebon Hawk by theirselves. Even Big Z and I didn't say much to each other. Everyone was just thinking, 'Aw, okay. Now it all makes sense.'

For me, it's the training. It was just a few weeks of basic, and by the end of it she was good enough to fight Malak. I knew that didn't make sense.

I never saw much of Dantooine. The whole place was a liiiittle too quiet for me. The Jedi aren't exactly all they're cracked up to be, you know. Just people walking around in robes on their way to get to someplace? I don't know what I expected them to look like, but... our first day there, I got off of the landing ramp, struck up a conversation with some guy, and he just says, 'I cannot assist you, Miss. I have pressing matters to attend to.' Real thick Coruscanti accent, real stiff. Kinda like the service robots, but not as polite?

I didn't have the energy to go out much anyway. I was still shaken up about Taris. Not... depressed, really, just I wasn't in the mood to talk for a while. I got real used to those four walls and the Rutian-blue electric panelling across from the bed. But in a good way.

First thing we saw when we flew in to dock at the Enclave was green. That was new to me, but I was bored of it before I even saw it up close. Tell you what I never got bored of, though, was the birds. Everytime we landed the ship at the Jedi school, this big flock of birds would be in the sky, and sometimes they'd follow us in. It was just a nice thing to see.

So, we landed and there were lots o' meetings with Bastila and Revan... or, whatever, and Carth one time, and nobody else. And eventually she figured it was time, you know, so she jogs into my room and she says, 'I want to talk to you about Taris,' or something like that. And then she stares at me while I tell her I'll be all right. I've never had parents, but I know when somebody's awkwardly trying to become one. You gotta watch out for Revan like that. She'll take control over anything. 'Fourteen year old girl missing home? All right', she thinks, 'This looks like a job for the Jedi. I'll be her mom!' It's nice, but. Noooo thanks. I think eventually... after the thing with Griff... she got over that.

During the daytime I'd wander around – I'd sleep in, too, which is unlike me. And Revan'd come back sometime in the evenings, and she'd always make time for me. Awkwardly, or just because she wanted to talk. She loves to talk. I'd ask her what she'd been up to, and she told me plenty, probably more than non-Jedi or whatever are supposed to learn.

At first it was simple stuff. Philosophy and fencing. Told me about Bastila kickin' her tail and accidentally cutting her arms. You could tell when it got her annoyed too; she never quite got the hang of hiding her emotions. Hell, neither did Bastila. What do those Jedi teachers get paid for, anyways? But yeah, she'd come home and tell me about swordfighting forms, and how she wished she'd known them before. She had datapads stacked up real neatly by her bed, and she'd go over Jedi history with me. It would've been dull, except she was so enthusiastic. Now I wonder if it was the same for her the first time 'round. Did she have someone to tell everything to back then, you know. Huh, maybe Malak. Anyway, eventually, these datapads are floating in the air while she's reading them.

So that was training on Dantooine. We were there much longer than we've stayed any other place. I barely left the ship, but that's probably what I'll remember most about this whole thing, once it's over. I'll remember the blue panelling and the birds outside. When we got to Kashyyyk, you know, there were birds following us in there, too. Felt like coming home. Or maybe that was just big Z givin' me vibes.

Maybe the Jedi did her a favour, wiping her memory. Gave her a chance to read everything again, as if it were the first time. Honestly, I wish I could live through Dantooine again, for the first time. Not the planet, geez, but the quiet, the training. The talks. When she finally came back with a lightsaber in her hands, built with her own hands and with her choice of colour, she was on top of the world!

Yeah, it'd be nice to see all that again. Real shame we won't be going back now.

See, I don't even know what's gonna happen now. Since we all found out who she was... since Bastila left, this trip hasn't exactly been fun. Nobody's talking now, Teethree. S'why I'm talking to you! For what it's worth.

Yeah. Beep bleep bloo. I got no idea what that means, buddy.

Feels like she's not around now.

I don't honestly know much about the 'dark side' or whatever? I know she can either push things with her thoughts or else she can make lightning come outta her fingers. Her choice, I guess. And I've seen her mess with people's heads for store discounts. I love that.