He smiled lightly then, nodding his head. "I'm sure he'd like that. He has a sweet tooth, he'd adore it" Josh would admit. Jason was a little glutton, though he supposed if one was going to eat in excess, it might as well be when one is young and with a metabolism that would be able to process said food much faster. Though he couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Yuroic actually baking. It was an amusing thought. Something he had to see at some point. "I would say it must be a surprise to some people that it's the same for me, 6'5 and, according to a Padawan that approached me last week, apparently looking like a human tank... Being able to cook and bake and all that. But when you're a single father, you learn to do these things. Especially when your son has a sweet tooth and you spoil him rotten" Josh remarked with a much more jolly laugh at that.
Then it came time for Yuroic to explain things. He didn't say anything throughout, just... Processing it all. It was a lot to go over, and likely not something he'd entirely process right away. Finding out his parents were cruel slavers... He could imagine now just why what had happened had happened. He understood his plight far more now. With that, he took a deep breath.
"I can't say I blame you. Especially when I wasn't in a very good place at the time of Zeltros either... And am still processing my own issues, in my own way" Josh would admit softly. "My late wife, Shmi... She disappeared one day, left without a trace. I had thought she had abandoned us... Abandoned Jason" He spoke as he closed his eyes, letting out slow breaths as he did his best to steady himself. He knew this topic was difficult, but knowing that someone else wasn't all in the right mind either around the same time... Maybe it would give Yuroic some solace in knowing that nobody was infallible. That he wasn't such a failure for what had happened. That anyone could end up that way.
And he had an admittance of his own.
"I struggled with that, along with losing my brother after sacrificing so much to get him back... I struggled with much more along with it, sure, from mounting pressures and expectations of my position, to losing Arisa, to Jason's issues that came with moving to Kashyyyk and being without his mother... But it was that loneliness, that distress in knowing that what had to me been a perfect life was gone, and gone forever. Thinking she had abandoned us. I thought I had failed as a husband... Failed as a father... I couldn't live with myself, and the more I tried to push it down, the more I tried to push it away... The more it ate at me, the more it turned me into someone that I don't like looking back on. And finding out she died... That she had left to pursue a mission she knew she would die in... And I couldn't be there for her..."
He let out a sigh. "I... Still feel like I failed. What kind of partner am I? To let the woman that I promised the rest of my life to, to let her die? This reality that I failed to protect her, to be the husband that I should have been... And the fact that the one dream I ever had... The one thing I ever wanted... Just being able to wake up in the morning every day at home, with Shmi on one side, and Jason on the other... That's gone. That's gone forever. And I have to live with that. I have to live with the fact that I don't get anymore of those mornings, they're gone. They're never coming back. And Jason misses his mommy. I feel horrible leaving for missions because I know he's not going to do well. I know he's going to have night terrors and scream and cry and while the nannies at the Rest do their best, he needs myself or his mother... And I can't be there. He should have someone he trusts there, but he doesn't, and it kills me. I've tried to establish a comm so they can call me to sing him to sleep, but..."
Josh took a deep breath. "Sorry, getting off track. The fact is... I wasn't in a good place at Zeltros. I tried not have it impede my work, but in a way it was why I attached myself to Scherezade. Sure, it worked out for the best for her, but... Seeing someone suffer over a lover, I couldn't help but want to help her. Sure, it earned me some ridicule, people thinking I was thinking with my lower rights... But I attached myself to her because I hung so desperately to the idea of a happy ending in all this that I wanted to see her attain hers. She ended up causing me to hit my rock bottom, with what she brought out of me, and I floundered for some time. I stopped thinking the way a Master should... And started acting rashly. Started acting impulsively. But... In the end, I found people around me that supported me. That were there to help me. Just as they did for you.
But the truth is, before that.. Back at Zeltros... After meeting Scherezade, who is now Madalena, yes... I hit my absolute low. And in the heat of it all..."
He fished out a tiny bottle and held it up, making sure nobody else was nearby before speaking.
"... I stole this before we left Zeltros."
It was clear what was in that bottle. Likely the last bits of what they had confiscated of the spice from that fateful night.
"I've been meaning to dispose of it since I started to come to my senses, but... For one reason or another, I've kept this on me. A little voice in my head kept telling me that if I continued to sink... Maybe... Just maybe I would be able to live that dream one more time. But then I saw you, and what it had done to you... How much you desired for more of it, and it scared me from ever taking it, yet it didn't stop me from not disposing of it. It was shameful of me, but... Just having it gave me a little bit of solace. Just having it told me that if I ever needed it, I could take it. Just once, even if I knew deep down what it would do, that I would become addicted and desire more, it gave me some small solace..."
He smiled then. A genuine smile.
"Seeing how much you've gone through to overcome those addictions and your issues though... I think I finally realize..."
He took a deep breath then, as if hearing Yuroic's story had made up his mind on something.
"... I don't need it anymore."
He clenched his hand into a fist, and the bottle shattered. His hand then ignited, the flames engulfing his hand and the spices... Destroying them completely. Leaving nothing left.
"Thank you" He spoke softly. "You've inspired me, believe it or not. We're all a big family... And none of us are infallible. But there are others who've been through things... And overcome things. It's up to us to inspire each other, and bring each other back up when they need it."
"But I do have one question" He would admit. "What happened to bring back your memories? What caused you to just sort of go back to normal, without the issues being as prevalent as they were?"
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