Jedi Master
Des listened, holding her tighter as Milya brought up family. Was it worse to not have one? Or to be the reason for not having one. For all of them to be dead or turned her away. To be the thing they despised? Tough call. But in the end, even Grams had forgiven her for that fateful night. On Illum. She'd battled the ghosts and demons of her own mind before, in the cave. That it hadn't left her in screaming shambles was a testament to her resolve. And indeed, she'd found it that day, on Dagobah in ways she hadn't expected. Still, the old wounds ached now and again. Perhaps not properly or fully healed. But enough to allow her to function.
Des rested her forehead against Milya's. "I just--" She steadied her breath, "--I just need you." She shook her head. "I know I shouldn't need anyone. And perhaps I don't. And perhaps I've even been shown that in the end there's nobody else I can rely on." The words stung, she knew, even without any venom or malice to them. They were not truly meant for Milya, nor to wound her. "But I don't want to. To be alone, and to be by myself in this. IN all things. I know I'm strong enough to stand on my own. I wouldn't be here otherwise." A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But it would be a whole lot darker place without you by my side. And a lot heavier without you."
Pausing long enough to steal a light kiss, she slipped her arms around Milya's waist. "And I might need a reminder from time to time. I do lose my way. Get turned about. Lost in the dark, twisted hellscape inside." She sighed. "It gets hard to navigate. The skies get stormy. But there are points of light that call me home. Like you."
