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]

"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."

[unusual_sith]

Lana nodded. "And spurred on by the same person," she noted. "May even his spirit rot."

Look, Lana was good at hate. She hated quite a few people. She reserved a special kind of hate for the former Sith Emperor.

[suitably_heroic]

"He is dead, right?" Jack asked. "Very dead?"

Why was there a note of exhaustion in his voice all of a sudden? Even he didn't know.

[unusual_sith]

"Very, very dead," Lana said with satisfaction. "His body has been killed, his spirit has been annihilated, and the last vestiges that he planted in people's brains have been wiped out."

They really, really hoped.

"Not to say we're not keeping vigilant," she added grimly. "His first Wrath is hunting down everything to do with him, just in case."

[suitably_heroic]

"Good." He rubbed at his cheek, almost absently, and then looked back towards the window.

He kept doing that while someone finally showed up to take their orders.

[unusual_sith]

Lana smiled up at the woman. "Roast pork mofongo, please. And a lemonade."

This was her rebellion - she would not get a sandwich, so there!

[suitably_heroic]

Jack rolled his eyes. "I'll have the pork chop sandwich. Double up on that lemonade," he said.

Then he looked at Lana again. "You're real smooth, you know that?"

[unusual_sith]

"I like to be unpredictable," Lana said, laughing. "What did I just order?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Fried and mashed plantain with meat," Jack said, amused. "We'll see how you feel when you eat it."

[unusual_sith]

"It sounds interesting, and it looked good on the menu." Lana shrugged. "It can't be worse than living on rations, so I'm sure I'll be fine."

[suitably_heroic]

"The eternal optimist," Jack said, putting his menu down.

He looked back towards the window. Still mulling over their earlier conversation.

[unusual_sith]

"The worst food I've had on Earth is still better than rations, especially after a month or two of nothing but," Lana insisted.

She leaned her chin on her hand and watched him. "Is my penny good for more?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Do you really want me to go another lap on 'it's depressing how this keeps happening to our galaxy'?" Jack asked, quieter. "I'm in the middle of working on some music that goes a few rounds with my damage, but it feels so petty and small in the grand scheme of things."

[unusual_sith]

"You know, we got a lot of mileage out of rescuing a holostar," Lana said. "Don't underestimate music. Even if all it helps is you, it's worth it."

She sighed. "But yes, I suppose the more sentients you have in one place, the more they fail to get along. I won't quote the Sith code at you, but I don't think complete peace will ever be an option. Still, it managed a few hundred years between our wars, and apparently a few thousand before the ones in Sabine's time. That's not nothing."

[suitably_heroic]

"Unless there's just a bunch of wars we don't know about yet," Jack pointed out. "A few thousand years is a big gap. Can we say for sure my time was the only time the Republic came this close to collapse? That yours is the only one where some despot out of nowhere came swinging in to try and take over?"

[unusual_sith]

"Probably not. And I'm sure there were a billion smaller wars on planets and within systems. But apparently no other galaxy-wide genocides, unless they were lost to history or she was sparing my feelings." She smiled wryly. "And she's Mandalorian, so probably not the latter."

[suitably_heroic]

"Because genocides are famous for going down in the history books if they're perpetrated by the winners," Jack said dryly.

But he realized what he was doing. "Sorry," he said. "The downside of getting time to myself for over a year. Too much thinking."