Kijani barely stirred as Adam carried her to bed. She was locked in a dreamless sleep, and had exhaustion written all over her face. She slept for hours as the ship traveled, only to wake with a start. She came to slowly, the events of the past few days catching up.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Bail entered, looking both relieved and worried at the same time. "Thank goodness, you're awake. I was starting to get worried." He smiled warmly, but there was something hidden in his eyes that Kijani couldn't quite understand.
"Father... our home is gone. What are we doing to do?" She rose up and hugged him, and quite suddenly began weeping. She'd been holding it back for some time now. Everything came out in a flood. Kijani even saw her father shedding some tears. For a while, there was nothing but quiet weeping between the two of them.
After that, Kijani stood. She hadn't noticed it before, but the lightsaber hanging on her belt immediately drew her attention. She took it in hand, transfixed, and then she lit it. The golden glow matched her eyes, somehow. It felt right in her hand, but she didn't dare swing it without ample practice. This was a weapon of beauty and destruction.
Bail winced. "Kijani, we must talk about this.... Jedi business."
Kijani turned back to her father. "What is there to talk about? I'll take any advantage I can to win this war. If only I had known sooner." Her shoulders squared as something occurred to her. "Father, did you and Mother know about this? From what I know of Jedi, they are trained from the time they can walk and hold a blade."
Bail sighed softly, and patted the side of the cot beside him. Kijani sat back down.
"...we suspected. Strongly suspected. But you must understand - at the time you were coming up, the Jedi were being hunted down. There was no one to take you in, no one to train you. The Jedi were - and are - a dangerous thing to be. I... I don't want you to do this, little sun. It's far too dangerous, likely to get you killed."
"And leading the Rebellion isn't dangerous? I'm wanted throughout half the Galaxy, and you're saying this is the dangerous part? No." Kijani raised her chin. "I will take up this training. I will become a Jedi. I will lead the Rebellion into battle, and victory. Even if I have to carve Darth Vader and the Emperor apart with my own two hands."
There it was again, that unreadable look in Bail's eyes. "...why are you putting all of this on your shoulders? Why you?"
"Who else? This is the crown I have been tasked to wear." Kijani stared down her father. For a moment, there was a silent battle of wills. Slowly, Bail hung his head. A few tears slipped down his cheeks.
"Your mother would be very proud. You have more of her in you every day."
"Thank you, Father." Kijani had to fight back tears herself. "I'm going to find Adam."
And she stepped into the hallway, the weight of a saber on her belt, and the weight of destiny on her shoulders.