Senator of Naboo
The comment about unfamiliar anatomies flew directly past Dominic as he wrestled with the revelation of her imminent replacement. His mind protested against it, but also at the ache in his chest that the notion caused. The feeling of imminent loss was entirely unwelcome, and shocking given that just moments ago he had struggled to reconcile the metallic version of Tatiana he had seen.
He was becoming attached.
Dominic looked away, partially to chastise himself. He was a Senator. He was Diplomatic lead of the Republic's first ever great endeavour outside its own formation. He had a chance to write his name into the history books, and for all the right reasons. And here he was feeling for her like he was still a lovestruck youth in finishing school.
The aversion of his eyes was for another reason though. So she didn't see how much the thought of her leaving already hurt. He didn't want her to know. That caused guilt to send a cold spike through his chest.
"You speak of your replacement with such ease," he said, though the hurry of her words had been noted.
He let go of her hand, and stood, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Cheeks flushing. Blood rushing to his brain and causing him a brief lightheadedness. It passed, the sting of guilt, and impending loss did not.
"The relationships you have built on this mission are complex," he said, offering a wave of hand and looking back towards her, but more past her. Eye contact now felt dangerous, like she would see his conflict.
"Surely, they would understand that they can only learn more as they develop," he said before scratching the back of his neck, "friendship is one thing...there are other sorts of relationships...and even friendship is multi faceted. Sometimes it takes...years to be tested like it should be."
He was becoming attached.
Dominic looked away, partially to chastise himself. He was a Senator. He was Diplomatic lead of the Republic's first ever great endeavour outside its own formation. He had a chance to write his name into the history books, and for all the right reasons. And here he was feeling for her like he was still a lovestruck youth in finishing school.
The aversion of his eyes was for another reason though. So she didn't see how much the thought of her leaving already hurt. He didn't want her to know. That caused guilt to send a cold spike through his chest.
"You speak of your replacement with such ease," he said, though the hurry of her words had been noted.
He let go of her hand, and stood, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Cheeks flushing. Blood rushing to his brain and causing him a brief lightheadedness. It passed, the sting of guilt, and impending loss did not.
"The relationships you have built on this mission are complex," he said, offering a wave of hand and looking back towards her, but more past her. Eye contact now felt dangerous, like she would see his conflict.
"Surely, they would understand that they can only learn more as they develop," he said before scratching the back of his neck, "friendship is one thing...there are other sorts of relationships...and even friendship is multi faceted. Sometimes it takes...years to be tested like it should be."