vent-crawler:
"the hapan scum that hang all over you every damn day and night, ereneda. you know their mouths don’t shut so who knows where this new and enlightening information they’ve found will end up. your grandmother, maybe? jacen’s force ghost, perhaps?”
{ @vent-crawler }
The Queen Mother had been listening to him behind all the other things she had happening at that moment -- a meeting in twenty-six standard minutes for a trade route discussion, a datapad that was on the verge of completely dying and --
“What did you say?”
Her head had snapped in his direction -- as did her words -- when he brought up Jacen’s name. “Nobody is bringing him into this.”











