This part is from Jania's POV! This is the first time I've really written Jania so I hope she is in character!
Sword
She was more than just someone who had married my uncle; more than merely... aunt. She was more like a guiding light: an infinite source of wisdom. To me she was more of a second mother, or sometimes the sister I never had and of course--always--my Master.
Today is the day of Mara's funeral and I'm on a mission. While it is an important one--something I know I must do--I'm bitter. I knew, even while I was growing up, that being a Jedi would require sacrifice, and that I would frequently find myself in unsavory situations. But this sacrifice, to me, feels too large.
Here I am, alone, though the two men who vie for my affection are right beside me. They know nothing of love.
Right at this moment I should be standing by my uncle, doing all I can; for he needs us all. When I first saw him on Hapes--right after aunt Mara died--he looked completely broken, like the shell of a man shattered by fate. For the first time in my life I wished I was not Force-sensitive, for the sight of him alone was devastating. His Force aura felt... empty.
When Anakin died, I took comfort in being around others that loved him, for we were all there together and could help in supporting one another. This time, however, it is only Uncle Luke and myself; while his pain threatens to take over me and almost literally bring me to my knees. In this moment, those parts remaining within me of the young girl I once was are extinguished and replaced completely with the Sword of the Jedi. Determination to do that which needed to be done takes over and petty spats over my affection become meaningless.
So here I am, on Ossus, a long way from Coruscant; where I would prefer to be, for if I can do anything, it is to honor the memory of my Master and protect part of what she was fighting for.