An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Ari, I’m going to throw myself out the window. Will you be okay with that?” I close my eyes so I can roll them in the safety of my own head before speaking my thought process aloud. “If you threw yourself out the window because of a suicide bomber and died, I would be upset. Especially if I didn’t know the reason. Knowing why helps me. And it would be worse if there was something I could have done to stop it and wasn’t able to. I wouldn’t join the Sith over it but if I didn’t deal with the guilt and maybe even if I did, there would be several meltdowns along the way and it might kick off a major depressive episode. It wouldn’t be from grief, though. That’s an … external factor.” Araithana Pallopides has no idea what year it is, a few decades of a life lived in a distant galaxy seven hundred million years in the future in their head, an outline of the Sith Grand Plan, several neuroses, and a Force-Bond with the Jedi Order's only Seer. A self-insert fic, beginning in 33BBY.
WELL. here we are. because it got to this point:
