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Just before Tatooine’s twin suns set, the sky was a mix of swirling blues, pinks, oranges and purples. Joren and Kelsa stood just outside of the modest home that their new friend Brya shared with her younger sister Brixi just outside of Mos Eisley. They silently watch as the Tatooine’s twin suns dipped below the distant dunes. Joren wanted nothing more than to say something, anything to help ease her pain. After all, he knew all too well the pain that she was feeling having just recently lost her father. He also felt her loss. From the moment that he had known the man, Jan Sila had treated him as his own son. 

“It’s all my fault.” Kelsa said, breaking the silence.

“That’s nonsense.” Joren said as he turned to meet her gaze.

“The last time I ever spoke to him, we had a fight.” Kelsa said on the verge of tears.

“That’s not important.” Joren told her.

“I wanted a new custom landspeeder, but he wouldn’t get it for me. Joren, I said such horrible things to him. I told him that I hated him, that I…” She stopped as tears began to stream down her face. Joren stepped closer to her, putting his arms around her and pulling her into him, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead as she began to sob.

“None of that matters, Kiddo. Your dad loved you more than anything in the entire galaxy, and he made sure that you knew that. And he knew just how much you loved him. That’s all that matters. He knew.” Joren said softly to her as he squeezed her tightly.

They just stood there for several beats holding one another, letting their silence speak for them. Joren wanted nothing more than to take her pain away, but he knew from experience that there really was nothing that could be done. He could use the Force to soothe her pain temporarily, but he knew that when his influence through the Force subsided, the pain would return, and more than likely, more intense than before. 

“We all have our regrets.” Joren said finally. “That’s only natural. What matters is how we remember our lost loved ones. Your father may not be here anymore, but he’ll never leave you. He’ll always be with you…right here.” Joren said as he pointed to her heart. 

Kelsa nodded and then squeezed Joren in a tight embrace. She kept her eyes to the ground as Joren squeezed in return. Then, noticing that the last rays of light were quickly fading, and having heard stories of the dangers of the Sand People all her life, she broke her own silence. “Maybe we should head inside.”

Joren nodded in agreement, and as he took Kelsa’s hand and led her back inside Brya’s home, he couldn’t shake the feeling that once again, someone nearby was watching them.
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