you can call me great one

Jaina was glad to have gotten a room to train on her own without anyone looking in on her. This was more the "I need to work out frustrations by hitting things" kind of training rather than actually needing to get better at anything.

Things had taken on sort of a weird tone here, with plenty of rumors that Daala was planning to have Luke arrested any day now. To her, it was Luke's fault that Jacen fell to the dark side and people died and there was another war and planets got burned. And while as his teacher, Luke maybe had some culpability, who didn't, really? Vergere had trained Jacen, too, and she'd been seriously suspect. The Yuuzhan Vong had tortured him for months. Lumiya had worked with him, Mara unknowingly enabled him, Han and Leia had raised him, Jaina had known since they were teenagers how things might end for him... If you wanted, you could say just about everyone had some responsibility there, and it didn't change the fact that Jacen had been a grown man who made his own stupid, wrong decision.

Besides, nearly two years later, Jaina still felt more responsible than anybody. It was something she tried not to think about, because that way led months of depression, but it was true.

And thanks to what little she knew of what had happened in Ben's time, she knew this was leading up to something bad. Again. She wasn't exactly sure what, and given how things went last time, she genuinely didn't know if she preferred that or not. It was leading to a near-constant low-grade bad feeling about this, and so yes, today was being spent hitting things until she felt at least a little better. Theoretically.


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Though Jaina wouldn't admit it aloud (probably), she kind of liked being called into Council meetings. Before she'd have been brought in to be given an assignment, usually, or to get yelled at, but it seemed like since she'd come back here they'd taken to actually utilizing the Sword of the Jedi more. She had no idea whether it had anything to do with the fact that her parents got invited to these a lot, too, but she wasn't sure that mattered. She just liked having more of a hand in doing things.

She didn't like having the table in her quarters covered with datapads and flimsis as she tried to do research, though, and she was regretting now that she hadn't just taken over a section of the library. At least then she'd have some sort of distraction for when her eyes just refused to look at anything anymore.


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