A/N: Dedicated to Timewatch, who provided the one-word prompt from which this chapter gets its name. Thanks a ton, and, please, enjoy! :)
DISCLAIMER: I. Do. Not. Own. Them. XP Don't make me cry...
I have everything I could ever want.
Peace.
Religion.
Purpose.
Everything I could possibly wish for.
From the Jedi standpoint, my life is fulfilled.
I have mastered the lightsaber.
I have mastered the Force.
I have mastered my emotions.
No.
That's wrong.
There is still one part…
One stubborn part of me that I suddenly find myself wrestling with every moment of every day.
That one stubborn part that refuses to vanish, no matter how much I meditate…
No matter how much I fight…
It always comes back to that one irrefutable emotion.
Longing.
Pure, unadulterated longing.
And, to make things worse, it's longing for him.
Longing for this warlord, this monster, this murderer…!
My heart possesses everything it could ever hope to desire. Except for the one thing that it desires most.
A/N: From Shaak Ti's POV, in case you didn't get that from the poem/story-thingy. Thanks so much for reading, and, please, review! :)