Chapter 37.2. Jedi Consular
Tebbith followed Nadia to the mess. It was quiet, for once, its patterned tile walls and simple macrame decorations displayed for no one. He leaned on one of the high ceramic chairs by the counter, where kitchen implements from half a dozen planets stood in neat rows. “Nadia, we need to talk.”
“Yes, Master?” Nadia bit her dark lip. “I'm sorry for what I said back there, I didn't mean it.”
Kill him...isn’t that what you do? “Didn't you? Someone murdered your father and I declined to punish the murderer. I'd have to be made of stone not to understand why you were angry.”
Her forehead scrunched up. “But I shouldn't be angry. It’s not the Jedi way.”
“I can't judge you. You said killing people is what I do.” He had tried living with that fact and it wasn’t easy, but there was also nothing else he could really believe about himself. “You weren't wrong. I'm trying to do better.”
“Master Tebbith, you were the kindest, strongest person I ever met…”
“How disappointed you must be.”
“No.” Her assurance was abrupt and complete. “You came back to us. I thought…I thought you would stay with your Sith and we would have to be enemies. I thought you would use up all your care and your wisdom on apprentices.” Her voice was shaking. “I thought…with Father gone and you in that room with that Sith, I was sure everything I’d learned was going to fail.”
And with that, she would be…what? An orphan and an unusual padawan in an organization that knew nothing of her culture or values? She was close to tears and he didn’t want that. “You don't fail easily, Nadia Grell. It's a family trait.”
“I know so. Maybe I’m a killer, but I am trying to be a Jedi again. If you’ll have me, I’ll go on training you.”
“And I won’t throw it in your face. I promise.”
Nadia looked at his hand. “Wrist, please, Master Jedi.”
He brought up the wrist with its red beaded bracelet. Nadia deftly undid the end and slid one bead off to drop on the floor. “For kindness,” she said, and bound up the remainder of his debt for later use.
The hand-carved beads represented a manifold debt of honor, presented to him when he returned to her post-killing. Each fallen bead reduced his debt, with no haggling or holding on to grudges. He had been kind, or brave, or something, and she had released one layer of her claim on him.