organicmeatbag: (but i can tell you how it will end)
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He was on the plains of Dantooine again, sitting on one of the numerous slopes and trailing his fingers through the grass, as he stares off into the horizon. In the distance, he can see the highest spires of the Enclave gleaming in the mid-morning sun. It seemed close, yet so far away from he was.

He wasn't alone though.

Bastilla was there with him, sitting as prim and proper as she always seemed to be and a contrast to where he leaned back against the bulbous tree under which they sat. She stops his hand from roaming through the grass by grabbing it and intertwining her fingers with his.

"Where do you go, Revan?"

Her hand squeezes his.

"What-"

He starts to speak, but she goes on as though she never hears him. "You left. You're leaving. You'll always leave," and with each word she tightens the grip on his hand. Her voice softens. "Where do you go?"

"I-"

He starts again, but she turns to look at him and drops his hand. "Promise me that you'll finish working through what you need to and that you'll come back." She leans in as though she were going to kiss him, but she grabs a datapad at his side he never knew was there and hands it to him. "You know where to find me."

When he looks down, he sees an unfinished map with Korriban marked. "You're not there though," he murmurs and when he looks up


He wakes.

November 2009

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