Aboard the Peregrine
Enroute to Varunda IX
Life liked to throw things at you in threes, as Ibaris was finding out. As it had so happened, her non-identical parent wasn't dead, a fact that came with an invitation to visit. That, on top of the reality settling in that another member of her little family was dying made for a lot to process. Introspection often lived where life and death met, and she had been doing a lot of it over the several months since the first revelation came to pass. What came out of that was even more to process. It was, for her, uncharted territory.
"I don't know when it happened, but..." she pulled another chunk off the muffin, "...I worry about what it could mean."
'For me, for us,' were unspoken, implied. Her path, their path, hadn't run the same routes that so many of their friends had taken. Where had they diverged, where were they going, and most of all... where was going to be safe? She popped the morsel into her mouth, and chewed softly, slowly.
"The path of a Jedi is not mine to take," she said, upon swallowing, "it never was. I've had to hide parts of myself for too long, to be safe and accepted in the places our friends live their lives. I've had to pretend, to... lie, I guess."
Ibaris pulled off another morsel of the muffin, one of a batch that [member="Liam Quez"] had made, and searched his face, question in her eyes.
"Don't you ever feel like you're betraying your people, by not upholding the Resol'nare?"
Just a pleasant chat over breakfast. Yep.
Enroute to Varunda IX
Life liked to throw things at you in threes, as Ibaris was finding out. As it had so happened, her non-identical parent wasn't dead, a fact that came with an invitation to visit. That, on top of the reality settling in that another member of her little family was dying made for a lot to process. Introspection often lived where life and death met, and she had been doing a lot of it over the several months since the first revelation came to pass. What came out of that was even more to process. It was, for her, uncharted territory.
"I don't know when it happened, but..." she pulled another chunk off the muffin, "...I worry about what it could mean."
'For me, for us,' were unspoken, implied. Her path, their path, hadn't run the same routes that so many of their friends had taken. Where had they diverged, where were they going, and most of all... where was going to be safe? She popped the morsel into her mouth, and chewed softly, slowly.
"The path of a Jedi is not mine to take," she said, upon swallowing, "it never was. I've had to hide parts of myself for too long, to be safe and accepted in the places our friends live their lives. I've had to pretend, to... lie, I guess."
Ibaris pulled off another morsel of the muffin, one of a batch that [member="Liam Quez"] had made, and searched his face, question in her eyes.
"Don't you ever feel like you're betraying your people, by not upholding the Resol'nare?"
Just a pleasant chat over breakfast. Yep.