When Jaina awoke, she was in a completely new bed. It was one with an actual blanket over her sleeping form, in a room of some strange place, much darker than the medcenter. Her body ached, and her thoughts were sluggish.
How did I get here? She wondered lazily.
Then she sensed something dark and powerful, lurking in one of the shadowy corners of the room. She propped herself up on her elbows and drew her knees up to her chest. She hated that she was weaponless. But that didn't mean she was defenseless.
"Who's there?" She craned her neck up.
"Jaina? Jaina's it's okay."
Her blood ran cold as she recognized the voice. Into the dim light stepped Kyp Durron, dressed all in black, in regalia resembling her father's. There was something about his incredibly dark green eyes that was different. They were no longer warm or friendly. There was something as cold as the desert below in Upahatu in those emerald eyes.
"This is a trick," Jaina said, shaking her head. "Kyp, do you have my lightsaber?"
Kyp froze. "I can't let you have it yet."
Jaina arched an eyebrow. "Let me? Dammit, Kyp!"
"They said you were going to be a danger to—"
"To them," Jaina said. "Come on, Kyp, I know you're smarter than this. Don't you understand where we are, who's leading these people?"
Kyp's expression became icy. "They'll help me avenge my brother and parents. Get revenge on the Supreme Leader."
"Open your eyes, Kyp," she said. "Kylo Ren didn't do any of that."
"You're defending him?" Kyp cried. "Jaina, you know what evil he's brought—"
"He hasn't brought all evil," Jaina said. "I was wrong."
"Are you out of your mind?" Kyp asked. "Who told you this—"
"He did," Jaina said.
"And you believed him?" Kyp's voice was growing derisive. He threw her former words back in her face. "Come on, Jaina, I know you're smarter than this!"
"Things are different now," Jaina said.
"Jaina, what could possibly make anything different?" Kyp demanded. "He attacked your mother several times, he burned down my home, he leads an empire that murders and steals children!"
"And he's my father!" Jaina snapped. Her face inches from his.
Kyp flinched.
"He's my father, so I believe him when he says that he didn't do it!" Jaina said.
Kyp just stared at her blankly, as if he'd lost all reason. Something in his eyes shifted.
"Who killed my parents, then?" he demanded.
"Someone else," Jaina said. "These people, I think. Snoke's ghost is still around and he wanted you as a consort to—"
Kyp's cheeks flared red as a hand went to his mouth. "Oh my God."
"So, Kyp, I think you'll understand when I ask— where is my lightsaber?" Jaina said, gripping his wrist.
He pulled it out from a hidden pocket inside his robe. Jaina took it, and ignited it. The Queen-Mother had not, in fact, tampered with it. Good. I'm coming, Jaysa.
It struck her how terrible it felt to be so alone. She had to repair the bond, she had to save her brother. She scrambled to her feet.
"Come on, Kyp," she said.
He looked up at her, his face suddenly blanched. "I don't think I can. I-I'm sorry, Jaina. I never should have said any of that to you, I don't understand what I was thinking—"
That was when Jaina kissed him. He blinked rapidly, and she grinned, resembling Han Solo quite a bit.
"I forgive you," she said. "Dark side, got it. Now we gotta go. Will you help me make this right?"
He took her hand. "Always."