A Cantina on Taris, Tuesday
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suitably_heroic"This isn't working," Atton said. He stared at his glass of juma - far inferior to what got served on Nar Shaddaa - and scowled.
Mira sighed, irritated. He'd been whining about this for days. "Look, we're taking this one case at a time," she said. "We make a difference in people's lives here. So yeah, for some of them, this is working."
"You think us saving a couple of people from getting sold off by some bucket of sleaze downtown is going to help in the long run?" Atton asked her. "It's not going to stop fifteen more kids from becoming orphans and deciding to go into the sleaze bucket business just to survive. It's not going to help put this planet back together, for that matter." Because it was kind of... falling apart.
Then again, what planet wasn't, these days?
She rolled her eyes. "This is what you said we should do," she pointed out. "Get out there. Help people when they need us. Unless you plan to go into politics, which would be a terrible idea just going by how little you bathe, that's all we can do. Stick around, help where we can, and keep an eye out for Sith."
"It's not what I said we should do," Atton said. "It's what I said anybody calling themselves a Jedi should be doing. And I'm not a Jedi."
"Are you still doing this?" She slammed back her drink. She needed it just to deal with Atton's constant whining.
"We're not Jedi," Atton repeated. "We're idiots wandering around in tunics throwing our weight around with the Force. You know what we should be doing? What we should be doing is stop pretending to be something we're not and go find her. Space knows where she's at right now, probably getting herself killed--"
Mira's forehead hit the table with a loud thunk. "Seriously?" she said. "She made it very clear she didn't want any of us around. Get over it."
"Yeah, well, maybe she was being an idiot," he snapped. "You know, I didn't actually ask for any of this--"
"Yes, you did," Mira told the table. "You did ask for it, Atton." She looked up. "E chu ta, I don't want to sit around here and wait for you to take some damn responsibility for your own choices. We both asked for this, so we could make a difference. That doesn't change just because you happen to like lying to yourself."
Her hand slid along the table and found the bottle. "Now shut up before I put a lightsaber in your head," she said.
"Whatever," Atton said. He grabbed his glass of juma and slid out of his seat. "I don't need this."
He left the cantina in what Mira could only describe as a huff, the stupid idiot.
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Mira sighed, irritated. He'd been whining about this for days. "Look, we're taking this one case at a time," she said. "We make a difference in people's lives here. So yeah, for some of them, this is working."
"You think us saving a couple of people from getting sold off by some bucket of sleaze downtown is going to help in the long run?" Atton asked her. "It's not going to stop fifteen more kids from becoming orphans and deciding to go into the sleaze bucket business just to survive. It's not going to help put this planet back together, for that matter." Because it was kind of... falling apart.
Then again, what planet wasn't, these days?
She rolled her eyes. "This is what you said we should do," she pointed out. "Get out there. Help people when they need us. Unless you plan to go into politics, which would be a terrible idea just going by how little you bathe, that's all we can do. Stick around, help where we can, and keep an eye out for Sith."
"It's not what I said we should do," Atton said. "It's what I said anybody calling themselves a Jedi should be doing. And I'm not a Jedi."
"Are you still doing this?" She slammed back her drink. She needed it just to deal with Atton's constant whining.
"We're not Jedi," Atton repeated. "We're idiots wandering around in tunics throwing our weight around with the Force. You know what we should be doing? What we should be doing is stop pretending to be something we're not and go find her. Space knows where she's at right now, probably getting herself killed--"
Mira's forehead hit the table with a loud thunk. "Seriously?" she said. "She made it very clear she didn't want any of us around. Get over it."
"Yeah, well, maybe she was being an idiot," he snapped. "You know, I didn't actually ask for any of this--"
"Yes, you did," Mira told the table. "You did ask for it, Atton." She looked up. "E chu ta, I don't want to sit around here and wait for you to take some damn responsibility for your own choices. We both asked for this, so we could make a difference. That doesn't change just because you happen to like lying to yourself."
Her hand slid along the table and found the bottle. "Now shut up before I put a lightsaber in your head," she said.
"Whatever," Atton said. He grabbed his glass of juma and slid out of his seat. "I don't need this."
He left the cantina in what Mira could only describe as a huff, the stupid idiot.
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