When the next memory doesn't come, Bastila reaches out through the Force Bond, wondering what he was preparing now. Nothing, she finds out. Nothing but waiting for her next move.
She has no idea what her next move will be.
She sits on her bed, in this impersonal room, staring at the door and, more precisely, at Revan on the other side of it. He's waiting for her next move. Part of her wants to put up her shields and shut him out. Another part of her wants to open the door. There's a part of her that wishes things could take a certain route from that point on, but she knows it will never happen again and so that part is quickly silenced.
She sighs.
And unlock the door with the Force, mentally inviting Revan to come in.
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Date: 2007-11-16 06:18 am (UTC)She has no idea what her next move will be.
She sits on her bed, in this impersonal room, staring at the door and, more precisely, at Revan on the other side of it. He's waiting for her next move. Part of her wants to put up her shields and shut him out. Another part of her wants to open the door. There's a part of her that wishes things could take a certain route from that point on, but she knows it will never happen again and so that part is quickly silenced.
She sighs.
And unlock the door with the Force, mentally inviting Revan to come in.
All along wondering what she's doing.