Ice sat alone on one of the benches of the Ebon Hawk. She hated hyperspace travel, and being cooped up in such a small space when tensions were already running high did nothing to improve her mood. Most of the crew had retired several hours earlier, trying to sleep away the long hours. She was alone, except for Talan and Bastila who were in the cockpit of the Hawk, making sure the ship did not crash into anything before they had a chance to make it to Tatooine.

She didn't mind, in fact she preferred to be alone. It was how it had always been, and she had no desire to change that. Forming attachments to people only caused problems, and unwanted emotions. She had learned a long time ago that becoming too close to someone only resulted in pain, and she had experienced enough loss to last her a lifetime. She could hardly wait until they landed in Tatooine, it would finally give her the opportunity to escape, something she had wanted to do ever since Taris.

She absently threw the rubber ball she was holding into the depths of the hallway, watching as the astromech droid T3-M4 rolled slowly after it. This had been their game for the better part of an hour, and while it was not exactly peak entertainment, it allowed her to focus on something other than the deafening silence of the ship.

The more she thought of her predicament, the more she wondered why she had not simply made a break for it on Dantooine. They had done nothing but wait around for weeks while Talan, aka Revan, had completed his training. It would have been the perfect opportunity for her to pack up what few belongings she possessed and leave for good. But something had stopped her, and she could not pinpoint what it was.

T3-M4 returned, placing the ball on her lap, waiting patiently for her to throw it again. She stared at the ball for a moment, as the realization set in that she had actually enjoyed the company. A small part of her had actually missed being part of a group, and even though she and Bastila would likely never repair their relationship, a part of her had missed having a family. The thought sent a fresh wave of anger through her, causing her to throw the ball harder than she had intended. It bounced off the floor, before ricocheting off the wall towards the hallway. A hand reached out and caught the ball before it had a chance to collide with their face.

Ice looked over to see their newest companion, Juhani, standing in the hallway staring at the ball that she now held in her hand. She offered Ice a small smile before tossing it back to her.

"Sorry," Ice offered lamely as she caught the ball.

"It's alright. It's nice to see I am not the only one who cannot sleep."

Ice had not spoken to Juhani very much since she had joined them on Dantooine. In fact, Juhani had hardly spoken to anyone. She seemed to shy away from almost everyone, which she supposed made sense since she had just recently come back from a brief trip to the dark side. She seemed to struggle both with her rage, and her fear of connecting to those around her. Though Ice had not spoken to her very much, she found herself able to relate to her more than anyone else she had encountered so far.

"You can sit," Ice said, gesturing to the spot next to her. "I only bite when Bastila gets too close."

Juhani offered a small smile, nodding gratefully before taking the spot next to Ice. Ice twirled the ball between her fingers for a few moments before throwing it once again for T3-M4 to chase after.

Juhani smiled slightly as she watched the droid chase after the ball.

"My parents never let me have a pet," Ice said watching the droid disappear. The words came out before she realized that she even wanted to say them.

Why did I say that?

"Perhaps Bastila will let you keep him."

Ice smiled slightly. She was surprised to see Juhani seemed to possess a sense of humor, she had assumed all Jedi were all stuck up and stuffy.

The two sat in silence for a while, both finding a strange comfort by simply being in each other's company. They did not have to speak, it was simply comforting to be alone with your thoughts without actually being alone.

"You're worried." Talan said. It was not a question, but rather an observation.

Bastila sighed. "Am I so transparent?"

"Well, your face is scrunched up like a kinrath pup."

Bastila shot him a look that would make a Sith cry for his mother. "A kinrath pup? It most certainly is not! I am a Jedi, remember? I have far too much self control to let my feelings show with such obvious physical clues."

She could practically feel the sly grin creep over his face. "Careful, remember your training."

Bastila held her tongue, trying to calm herself. He was absolutely infuriating.

"You're not that transparent." Talan said with no trace of humor. "I could just...tell. It's hard to explain."

The two of them had only recently learned of the bond they shared, though it held different meaning for the both of them. For Bastila, it meant being connected to one of the most feared men in the galaxy. Only, he was not that man anymore. He was kind and compassionate, and while he took no small amount of joy in driving her to the very edges of her sanity, he always knew when to be serious. She felt a pang of guilt as she wondered which parts were his own personality, and which parts came from the identity he had been programmed with.

For Talan, the bond brought no small amount of confusion and fear. Revan would have understood the workings of such a connection, but Talan had no way of understanding how or why such a bond could exist between them. She had done her best to answer his questions without revealing anything that would hint at who he truly was.

She knew that it was for the best, but she could not help the feeling of guilt that seemed to increase with each passing day.

"Are you worried about seeing your mother again?"

The question took her by surprise, and she found herself unsure of how to answer. She had mentioned in passing that she and Ice would seek out their mother if they had the time, but she did not expect to discuss the matter openly with anyone.

"That is part of it." She finally answered.

"And the other part?"

Bastila chewed her lip thoughtfully. She was not used to discussing things so openly, especially with someone who was all but a stranger to her. She knew that his intentions were pure, but she could not look past the part of him that was Revan, even if that part of him had thus far remained dormant.

"You have seen how simply being around my sister brings out the worst in me. Even after so many years of learning to control my emotions, I find it difficult to remember my training around her. I worry that being around my mother will only intensify my lack of self control."

"Why is there so much bad blood between all of you?" Talan asked, leaning back in his seat.

"If you would have asked me back on Taris, I would have simply said that Ice finds it hard to look past old rivalries. But now that I am in this position, I truly don't know the answer. Maybe we all seem to have a hard time letting go of the past."

"You know what I think?" Talan said thoughtfully.

"I am sure you will tell me."

"I think," he replied through a yawn. "That you spend so much time being a Jedi, that you sometimes forget you're also human."

Silence fell between the two of them as she thought on his words. There was a level of wisdom to them that she did not expect. Had that been how the Jedi who had followed him and Malak so willingly had felt when they heard his cry for action?

His steady breathing soon filled the cockpit, leaving her alone with her thoughts. A few months ago her life had been quiet, and she was able to call on her training for comfort and guidance when she needed it. For the first time since she could remember, her training failed her, and she found the thought unsettling.

A series of beeps from navigation system told them that they would touch down in Tatooine within the hour. She silently wondered if her life would ever make sense again.