Next week
I'm ready now. I'm ready to use the Force, in small amounts. I think Tahm understands now. I talk in my sleep, apparently. He's heard me screaming and weeping over the year he's been here. He understands the heartbreak and fear.
He finally seems to realise I'm not the only one who needs to confront my emotions. He's having trouble finding the key he threw away after locking his emotions up. I think he'll go to pieces when he does open the vault. I'm better off that way. At least I let them come. I didn't hide from them. I don't envy him, but I won't be able to help him much.
We're going to work on the Force when Tahm is ready. He can teach Keira, but when he needs to work on it himself, he can't. I've done what I can but right now he's crying for the first time since I met him. Weeping like a baby. Like I did.
Mon Mothma hasn't been round in a while. I think she's keeping a low profile so not to call attention to us, but I miss her all the same. She was a great support. I understand though. If she comes round regularly, someone will notice. And she's busy anyway.
I am too. I'm working on my duelling skills at the moment. I've abandoned them, and I'm very rusty. But I'm sure I'll clean up again. I used to be good. I'm sure I can be again.
Anyway, I better practise again. I'm glad I kept this journal, it helped me work through my feelings. Maybe I'll tell Tahm that.
In any case, Keira's waking up. She's such an inspiration.