Revan hesitated before entering Mission's room. Although Carth was the only one who had voiced concern upon learning that his leader was really the former lord of the Sith, Revan was still worried that his other comrades might judge him based on a life he didn't even remember. He had to speak to them all separately before he could rest assured that they all still trusted him.
And Mission was the one he worried about the most, other than Carth. She was the youngest, even though she didn't like being treated like a kid, and furthermore, her entire homeworld had been blasted into ruins by Darth Malak's flagship. As the Sith Lord who started this war, Revan feared Mission might hold him responsible for what Malak did to Taris, and he wouldn't blame her if she did.
On the other hand, it wasn't as if Revan remembered much about his former life. Ever since the Jedi wiped his memories, he'd only experienced occasional flashbacks. So far, Revan had stayed true to the light side of the Force, so maybe she would forgive him.
But "maybe" wasn't good enough, so Revan opened the door and walked in. Mission looked up but didn't seem surprised; everyone considered it to be Revan's ship, after all, so no one rebuked him for going where he pleased.
A lump caught in Revan's throat as he looked back and forth between the cute blue twi'lek rogue and his boots. "Umm... can I talk with you for a minute?"
"Why?" Mission asked, seeing his discomfort and standing up. "Are you worried about Bastila?"
Bastila... yes, there was another dilemma he would have to deal with. But first things first.
"Actually," he replied hesitantly, "I wanted to know how you were dealing with... well... me being Revan."
Mission just rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip. "You're still worried about that? Look, I don't care about what Darth Revan did; your memories were erased."
Revan turned to look at the bed, the walls, anything so long as he didn't have to look Mission in the eyes and possibly see if she was lying. "I know, but... but I started this war, and if that hadn't happened, then Taris wouldn't have been destroyed and-"
"I don't care about that," Mission said giving him a playful punch to try and get him to look at her. "I was a lost, homeless rogue on Taris. My own brother abandoned me and left me on the most racist world in the Republic. And I probably would've died there if you hadn't shown up. When I look at you, I don't see Revan; I see a friend- no -a brother, and a much better one than my real brother ever was."
Her sincerity was undeniable, and Revan couldn't entirely hide a sigh of relief. After such a serious conversation, though, he needed a way to lighten the mood, and he knew just how to do it. "A brother? Me?" Revan laughed. "I'm not sure if you want that. Do you know what brothers do with their little sisters?"
Surprised and a bit curious, Mission cautiously asked, "What?"
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