33 – Market
He expects to see her as much as he expects the entirety of the visitors on this small but lively marketplace to burst into tears simultaneously.
"Solo."
Jag figures he never was the one to make small talk. But then Jagged Fel died in the wreck of an X-Wing, so there is all the more room for him now.
"Seems like you've gotten away from the Killiks well. Better than others."
Jaina just stares.
"You'll excuse me, I have work to do."
Cynicism? Bitterness? He does not care. She wrecked his life and left him to pick up the pieces.