New York City, Thursday

[suitably_heroic]

Sometimes mornings were nice. Time spent in the music room, after people had woken up, but before he needed to be anywhere. Jack let his fingers move over the keys, his ear fied on the sound of Dane's chords flowing from the phone recording - Em, G, Cmaj7, D... "Why do we always crave absolution? Why can't we put these ghosts to rest? Why won't we tell the dead to leave us alone? Why let the ghosts follow us home, to let our blood and leave us to roam? The dead should leave us alone--"

"I like the triplets and the duplets," Dane commented quietly from the doorway. "Very cute."

Jack let out a sigh as he looked up and away from the piano. "Well, we aren't all fancy assholes with pretty pieces of paper that say we're qualified to make music good."

"It is a nice thing to have." Dane lifted his cup of coffee with a small smile. "I like it, though. It's getting better."

There was still a quiet exhaustion in his face, and Jack knew it wasn't physical - Dane had slept just fine last night. He put the sheets with the notes down and rose from his seat. "Thanks," he said. "How are you holding up?"

One of Dane's shoulders slid up in a helpless shrug. "I'm okay--" he started. "Okay, no, that's bullshit. I'm sorry. I'm, I don't know. Stuck in some bad memories. I guess. It'll be fine."

Jack took a moment to roll his wrist, fiddling with the straps of his glove. Then he took a few steps, getting in closer, seeing the truth of that reflected in Dane's eyes. "Look, I know you're probably not eager to hear my Jedi zen therapy bullshit," he said. "But try and find a moment to sit with it for a while today, okay? Grab a break or something. Listen to the dulcet tones of cabs racing past, I don't know."

"Aye aye, Zen master," Dane said, a wry smile tugging on his mouth.

"And if you want, I can call the band, cancel our performance at the protest this weekend," Jack added casually. "Give you some time."

"And deprive you of a chance to yell 'fuck the system' in public?" Dane sipped his coffee. "I'm not that much of a monster."

Jack shook his head. He brushed a kiss against Dane's cheek before he passed him by. "Just think about it," he said.

"You tell Lana I said hi," Dane called over his shoulder.

"She agrees with me about the zen shit!" Jack called back.

He grabbed a thermos of coffee on his way out, shoving half a sandwich in his mouth. Lana was probably not going to be outside at 10 AM on the dot, right? He would be that lucky?

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[suitably_heroic]

"Ew," Jack said. "I'd rather jump off of Appenza Peak."

[unusual_sith]

"How tall is Appenza Peak?" Lana asked.

[suitably_heroic]

"It's a mountain on Alderaan," Jack said dryly. "They're all pretty tall."

[unusual_sith]

Lana rolled her eyes. "Yes, but I've never been there." She thought about it. "I've actually been more places on Earth now than on most planets in our galaxy. I don't get to play tourist often there."

[suitably_heroic]

"Never been to Alderaan at all?" Jack guessed.

[unusual_sith]

"Once or twice, but only long enough for meetings," Lana said. "Not tourism. It looks pretty."

That was about all she could say.

[suitably_heroic]

"It's very pretty," Jack agreed. "Alderaanians are generally very proud of how pretty every inch of the planet looks."

[unusual_sith]

"I suppose at least they don't live on Tatooine," Lana said.

[suitably_heroic]

Jack snorted. He sipped his water.

"Yeah," he said.

Ugh, now he was thinking of his childhood again.

[unusual_sith]

"Cred...No, penny for your thoughts?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Just thinking about Alderaan," Jack admitted. "You know I've only been back once since I turned seventeen?"

[unusual_sith]

"No, but that makes sense," Lana said. "Do you miss any of it?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Not really," Jack said. "My parents were from there, and yet they hated it. Thought it was too clean, too pretty, too pacifist."

He sipped his water.

"I'm not sure if I hated it, exactly," he said. "But I always felt out of place."

[unusual_sith]

"Sounds difficult," Lana noted. "That's one thing I never had to worry about growing up. Mind you, I had plenty of other things," she added wryly, "but not that."

[suitably_heroic]

"Dromund Kaas feels like home?" Jack guessed.

[unusual_sith]

"A bit, I suppose, but I meant Korriban," Lana said. "Hard to deny you belong when you were literally chosen to be there."

[suitably_heroic]

"That's not really the same thing, though, is it," Jack said, studying her face.

[unusual_sith]

Lana shook her head, confused. "What do you mean?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Feeling at home somewhere you were deliberately sent when you were a little older," Jack said. "Not really the same thing as feeling at home where you were born. Where you spent the first years of your life."

He picked up the menu.

"I felt more at home when I joined the military at 16, too."

[unusual_sith]

"I was still young when I went to Korriban," Lana said. "I don't know I had too much time to feel belonging or not before then." She thought about it. "Though I don't remember feeling consciously left out, except when there were boring adult parties I had to dress up and be quiet for."

[suitably_heroic]

"What kind of people were your parents, anyway?" Jack asked. "I'm not sure you've ever really talked about it."

[unusual_sith]

Lana shrugged. "There's not much to tell. They were entrepreneurs, successful ones, in Kaas City. Loyal to the Empire, surprised but proud their daughter was Sith."

She tried to remember what she could. "Curious, I think. I've always believed asking questions was a good thing, and I doubt I came by that at the Academy. They always bought me all the books I wanted. But proper comportment was important, too.

"They sent money and occasional holos when I was in the Academy, and congratulated me on passing my trials. We exchanged letters and spoke when I was posted close enough and not in a warzone or on a sensitive mission. They died in Zakuul's bombing of Dromund Kaas."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm sorry," Jack said.

[unusual_sith]

"Thank you." Lana grimaced. "Honestly, so many died and we lost so much, it was just a bit of an extra sting. I don't think there's anyone alive in the galaxy who didn't lose someone to them."

[suitably_heroic]

"Like the Mandalorians in our time," Jack said quietly. "They just... swept through the systems, killing and bombing as they went."