The Next Day
I turns out I can help him. We both want the same thing- a listening ear and a kind shoulder to cry on. He kept his feelings pent up all this time, and now they're bursting out. He doesn't have any idea how to cope, so he's asked me.
So I told him how I do it. Remember the happy times, especially. The times they laughed, the things they laughed at. Private jokes. Remember them at their best, not their worst. That's the only way to do them justice. Then move on with your life, and honour their memories. Live enough for all of them. Well, in our case that may be a bit hard. But don't mope around, don't constantly mourn. Get on with your life. That's what they'd want.
Soon I think we'll start working on the Force properly. He needs it as much as I do, he's afraid to do anything beyond levitate stones and teach Keira to meditate. At least he can do that much. So we're going to have to take this really slowly. But I think we'll both get there.
Keira's a bit confused, and I don't blame her. We've been talking a lot, Tahm and me, about the Jedi. She doesn't understand why we're so sad. Someday I'll tell her, all about her namesake, my dear friend. All about the Jedi. And when she's old enough, I'll give her this holocron. Then she'll truly understand the heartache, the pain. The sacrifices we've made.
We lost. The Jedi lost. But we will return.