[Maybe it's a sign that all of those important people in Leia's life would say!!! The same!!! Thing!!!!!!!]
[Regardless, her question hits home and Qui-Gon ruminates on it with a quiet sigh. He gets what she means, and he has to be honest with her. It's only fair.]
I have.
[Every reminder shoots familiar twinges of pain into his chest, but it's the kind of dull ache that someone gets used to over time. Like the ache in an old man's bones before the rain, or a heavy slump of the shoulders after a long day of work.]
[maybe she's just got too much skywalker stubborn to listen!!!! (well that's not the whole problem here, exactly, but it does get her set in her ways.)
She's silent, waiting patiently for Qui-Gon to gather his thoughts and actually compose an answer. She knows it's just as sensitive a subject for him as this is for her, so she doesn't want to be pushy or harsh in her response.]
Then you'll understand why I'm not there yet. I can't, yet.
[Well she's not sure if she'll ever be there, but that's a different issue. Any troubles of missing people who left here from Verens is nothing compared to what she's already conditioned herself to accept as her reality.]
Does that mean you'll be cleaning up your mess here?
[Because after the end of a serious chat about subjects more personal than space politics, she can't help but want to diffuse things, to make it back to normal so she won't have to think about those issues anymore. And also she's not fond of her sofa becoming the new Jedi Temple, except for only one old space hippie.]
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[Regardless, her question hits home and Qui-Gon ruminates on it with a quiet sigh. He gets what she means, and he has to be honest with her. It's only fair.]
I have.
[Every reminder shoots familiar twinges of pain into his chest, but it's the kind of dull ache that someone gets used to over time. Like the ache in an old man's bones before the rain, or a heavy slump of the shoulders after a long day of work.]
It was difficult, but I have.
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She's silent, waiting patiently for Qui-Gon to gather his thoughts and actually compose an answer. She knows it's just as sensitive a subject for him as this is for her, so she doesn't want to be pushy or harsh in her response.]
Then you'll understand why I'm not there yet. I can't, yet.
[Well she's not sure if she'll ever be there, but that's a different issue. Any troubles of missing people who left here from Verens is nothing compared to what she's already conditioned herself to accept as her reality.]
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[He can understand her reluctance and how it isn't exactly something she's willingly holding to herself.]
I understand.
But I also understand the benefits that mourning has provided.
I won't push you further [...not that there's much he can do to push her even further like damn, Qui-Gon].
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[Because after the end of a serious chat about subjects more personal than space politics, she can't help but want to diffuse things, to make it back to normal so she won't have to think about those issues anymore. And also she's not fond of her sofa becoming the new Jedi Temple, except for only one old space hippie.]
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[Says the resident smartass.]
[But he catches her drift, and he'll count this as headway.]
However, I'll be sure to leave it as it was.