The news still stung him, and he sat at a desk heaped with cans of a cheap beer he and Cal had grown fond of sneaking from their father in their youth, sharing a singular one and feeling very adult. Now, to most Coronet Reserve was cheap and foul, but it got you very inebriated and that was what the Green Jedi was after. What had happened he just couldn't reconcile with the world he thought he knew. Swaying, he looked at a picture on his desk as he sealed a letter inside a small durasteel box and dropped it to the mail slot, and stumbled over to his bunk in his ship and passed out in a pile of covers and pillows all disarranged.
The box within contained a letter to [member="Keira Ticon"]. It was short, simple, but spoke volumes. Pain still radiated in the words as it made it's way via courier to his wife. Or, well, his former wife he supposed. After Utapau, and the subsequent attempt by Jorus to aid the Mandalorian Empire and their reaction to said attempt, he had developed a staunch hatred of the Empire. So he was obviously hesitant when his wife had reached out to reconnect with her Clan. But seeing the picts of Verds banner flying in Sundari had sent him into a rage at first, then learning she had joined her Clan to them willingly made it even worse.
He could forgive much, but never this.
It pains me, but you've already made your choice. You know how I feel about your people's Empire. As a Judge, as a Jedi, as a man of principle - you know. But you have joined with them. I never thought I'd see the day, but this is one of the few things I cannot forgive.
May The Force Be With You,
In a loose pile within was his wedding ring, her family Jedi Credit, and several other tokens of affection. And an inch or so of dirt from the worst of the fighting sites on Utapau, spread in the box. It still faintly radiated of pain and loss to him.
He may have done the Jedi thing in this situation, but he had also done the only thing a man and a father could in his eyes.