Right. No memories. Not even of the war she perpetuated.

Bastila pushes some of her food around, thinking. Then she puts her fork down and clasps her hands in her lap, looking at the wall. “Mandalorians first. Three years ago. They started attacking Outer Rim worlds, then made their way inwards. Some Jedi went out to fight them, stop them. But once they defeated the Mandalorians, they came back as conquerors themselves. We’ve been fighting them for a year now.”

"Why would those Jedi betray the others, though?" She's pretty firmly sure betrayal is very, very bad.

Anger spikes through Bastila for one brief, blinding moment, so furious that the betrayer herself sits right there, asking Bastila to explain-

But she calms herself, and rubs her temple. “I don’t know. We were trying to find out how they amassed their fleet and soldiers so quickly. There aren’t enough Republic troops that defected to make up their whole army.”

She flinches. She's concerned -

(She doesn't notice the anger's directed at her.)

She tries to push - something soothing, mixed with her concern - across the bond.

"Did they hurt you?"

“No. But a few of the Jedi who fell were my friends. Were people I admired. And to hear that they turned away from the light so completely that they were destroying worlds...”

Bastila trails off, heart feeling heavy, her head twisted with confusion. She wishes her master was here. He would know what to do. 

"They shouldn't have betrayed you - or. Should have explained themselves. Or given warning." She's frustrated - there's a thing, here, that she feels is important, but doesn't know if she can articulate -

People should be trustworthy, but should also be free, and she doesn't know how to really reconcile those on less than an hour of existing.

Bastila feels wrung out, and closes in on herself at Revan’s words. Explained themselves. What was to explain? Revan chose power and control. That was all the explanation Bastila needed.

Suddenly, the small room felt suffocating, and Bastila could feel the pressure of not just her own emotions, but Revan’s too, pressing down on her. She stood and picked up her plate, shoving it to one side to be cleaned. “I need some time. There’s some bunks if you want to sleep, and if you feel any pain, go back to the med bay.”

With that, Bastila leaves, heading for the cockpit. 

...She really upset Bastila somehow.

She -

Doesn't know how to actually deal with her emotions. Her frustration, her fear, her confusion, how adrift she feels.

She curls up in a bunk, and tries - floating in the Force. She thinks she remembers that.

It welcomes her back like a friend, wrapping around her warmly.

And in the bond between them, she can feel Bastila calming her mind, the softness of meditation smoothing the edges of her pain. 

This is nice. She likes feeling Bastila meditate, and she likes wrapping herself in the Force.

Her own emotions calm, too, echoing Bastila's.

Bastila ignores the person sharing her calm, separates her emotions, her fears, her worries, and opens her mind.

Through Bastila, Revan can feel echoes of the universe sparkling. Lives, beings. 

- Oh, that's wonderful.

She keeps drifting in the Force, but -

She wants to drift with Bastila, now. Feel wrapped in the same sparkling wave.

This is Bastila’s talent, this is where her strength lies, her connection to the Force, the living heartbeat of the galaxy. It’s where she finds her true peace.

So she lets Revan in, lets her drift through the universe with her. 

She's in more than a little bit of awe.

And peace creeps in, too.

She feels connected. Not alone.

Bastila had wanted to find a way to sever the bond, to free them from each other.

But now, floating in space, with Revan feeling so calm and so at peace, she wonders if that’s truly what she wants. 

The person on the other end of her bond doesn't seem to want to sever it at all. She's pretty much the embodiment of 'emotion yet peace' right now, pleasure winding through her contentment.

So Bastila lets her worries go once more, and simply enjoys the peace and pleasure radiating through the bond. 

The ship speeds through hyperspace, carrying the two away from the battle-turned-massacre. 

A few hours out from their destination, Bastila pulls her mind back to herself, feeling hungry. And a need to shower. She heads for the bunks, to her footlocker, to grab another set of robes. 

She's in the bunks, still drifting - though she starts surfacing out of it as Bastila enters.

She smiles at Bastila, kind of still riding high on the experience.

Bastila pauses, the reality warring with how peaceful their time meditating together was, and manages to smile at Revan, before grabbing her clothes and fleeing. 

And now she's back to confused and concerned.

She eats while Bastila's in the shower, then showers while Bastila eats - apparently having decided to give her space despite her own uncertain, adrift feelings.

It’s confusion and concern that is echoed in Bastila. Once she retreats back to the cockpit, she curls up in the seat, hugging her knees, and tries to focus on her options.

She could continue to keep Revan at arm’s length. Her memories might come back, and when they do, Bastila doesn’t want to have sympathy for her.

But...she could open herself up, be this new person’s friend. Keep her on the path of the light. If Revan never returns, it would be wrong to treat the person her soul is bonded to like...well. Like she is who she was.

She makes her decision, and gets up to go and find Revan. 

She's in the bunks, unsure of where else to spend her time. She's getting bored and restless, though.

"Hey," she says when Bastila enters. "Everything okay?"