“I’m not that interested in marriage because there are other more meaningful ways to tie yourself to another person, in my opinion. She inhaled sharply at the gesture before continuing. I don’t give a kriff what happens to Rampart, and it wasn’t just peace for the sake of peace, but for you to not spiral into something you’re not.” He took her hand in his before pressing a kiss to the knuckles. I’m by no means a pacifist, so I wish that you had understood what I was asking of you when I told you to not go after him. And I wish you’d trusted me to have an objective view of that. Whatever you’re after, Crosshair, I’ll support you, as long as it doesn’t involve you harming yourself. “If you truly trusted me, then you wouldn’t have hidden Rampart from me.
“No…it’s not…” she huffed in frustration, her fingers trailing along his collarbone as she searched for the right words. The look in her eyes as he’d towered over her was something that now haunted his dreams along with the faces of Saw Gerrera’s crew.
At least she hasn’t been afraid of me since that first night. There were times where she regarded him with sadness and disappointment, which was expected, but there was also something else he couldn’t identify. While it was clear that she was still angry with him, there was something else with her that just seemed… off. She’d argued at first, but eventually yielded, apparently deciding that continuing to push the issue would require too much interaction with him.
He’d slept in the bedroom one more night, but moved to the couch after that, insisting that it made sense so Iden didn’t have to keep sneaking into the room to use the dwelling’s only refresher at night or in the morning. Unfortunately, Iden’s demeanor towards him seemed to be thawing slower than the snow on the ground outside. In what was barely a consolation, the bruising on his face had faded to a pale yellow, and the cuts where Saw had split his eyebrow and lip had healed and seemed unlikely to leave scars.
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