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Objective: Learn about the Force/Jedi
Location: Hidden Path Base, Odessen
Outfit:Casual clothes
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Kyrie let out a slow breath through her nose, some of the earlier tension still clinging to her shoulders, but no longer coiled as tight. “…You’re very calm about something that feels like it could go catastrophically wrong,” she muttered.
Still, she followed when Matsu motioned, falling into step a pace behind her again. Her eyes tracked the movement automatically—habit—but it wasn’t sharp the way it had been before. Just… present. “Yeah, well,” Kyrie added after a moment, “meditation sounds like a terrible idea right now.”
Her brow furrowed slightly. “If what you’re saying is true, I sit still long enough and this whole thing gets louder?” She shook her head once. “I’m not convinced I want that yet.”
Kyrie glanced off to the side as they walked, expression thoughtful but edged with hesitation. “…But I get the point.” A small pause. “I didn’t ask about it for no reason.”
Her fingers flexed lightly at her side, grounding herself. “And yeah… it’s not going away.” That came quieter. More certain. Kyrie’s gaze flicked back toward Matsu as she mentioned her wife, something shifting again—less resistance, more curiosity.
“Fifty three years,” she repeated, like she was testing the scale of it. Her brow lifted slightly. “…That’s a long time to not ruin something.” There was a faint, dry edge to it—but not dismissive. Just… honest.
Kyrie walked in silence for a few steps after that, turning the thought over. We took a step. Her jaw tightened faintly. “…I don’t like steps that don’t have a clear outcome,” she admitted.
Her eyes dropped briefly to the floor, then lifted again. “But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it.” Another pause. Kyrie exhaled slowly. “I don’t think I’m ready to just walk up to her and say it,” she said. “Not yet.”
Her gaze shifted forward, more focused now. “But I’m also not pretending this is nothing anymore.” That felt like a line being drawn. She glanced sideways again. “…And if meditation is going to force it out anyway, I’d rather decide when that happens.”
A faint huff of breath followed. “Preferably not in the middle of a room full of people.” Kyrie adjusted her stride slightly, falling more evenly in step now. “…So I’ll think about it,” she said. “And maybe not run from it.”
A beat. Then, quieter— “That’s about as far as I’m getting today.”