organicmeatbag | [OOC] Milliways Fiction

It took awhile, but Bastila was talking to him again and it was not long before they were both falling back into comfortable patterns. She was curled up at his side, both of them sitting on the balcony of her Coruscant apartment, watching as the speeders flew past.

"How long are you here for?"

"A day, at the most. I need to get back to Aldera."

"Are you...happy with her?"

Revan turned to look at her, frowning. It was not a question he was expecting; they usually stayed away from talking about Kira and the girls. It was easier that way. Bastila was not looking at him though, continuing to watch the traffic with a blank expression.

"Do I seem unhappy?"

"At times, you...feel discontent. But perhaps you're simply missing them when I feel that," she said and she turned to look at him.

Revan sighed, stretching out his legs before him. "I never meant for you to feel that."

"Then perhaps you should work on guarding yourself more. Tell me."

"When I'm here, I think about...how it would have been if it was you instead of Kira?” He had never planned to tell anyone that, but Bastila was his confidante. "That it was our family and our children."

"Oh."

"And I hate thinking that." He shifted away from Bastila, looking everywhere but at her. "I feel like I'm betraying Kira somehow when I do. That's the sadness you feel."

They were both silent for a very long time, neither of them looking at one another, before Bastila spoke up again. "Revan, I-" She was saved from saying anything else as his comm unit beeped.

"I better..."

"Of course."

Nothing else needed to be said and he flipped open the unit as he entered the apartment, his girls cheerfully greeting him just as he slid the door shut.