The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Sunday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The week had flown past; Mical hadn't even had the time to have the 'are you okay?' conversation with Atton before the first crisis had popped up, and Atton had been sent off to deal with it. Without Mira, they were short-staffed - Brianna didn't fight, Mical's attention was needed for diplomatic issues, and Deesra had never been a combatant. That had just left Visas, and there were things you couldn't ask Visas to do.

Atton knew that he could easily stay here for another few months without even realizing it. That was why he'd put his foot down: he'd be home at least on Sundays and Mondays, to see his Caritas shift through and to get some breathing room.

He slung his duffel over his shoulder and looked up at the Hawk. Yeah. Time to go home--

"Running away again?"

That voice-- Atton half-turned and found Mira's Padawan - what was her name again? Asida? - standing there, glaring at him. "Going home for the weekend," he drawled. "I'm strictly a nine-to-five kind of Jedi."

Asida snorted. She was relatively tall, her hair long, and her hands-- were balled up into fists. "Mira didn't take breaks," she said. "She didn't just take off for months and months. She knew what the job was, and she did it."

Atton sighed. "I know," he said.

"Maybe if you weren't so lazy and took so many karking vacations she'd still be here," Asida snapped.

I know.

"What kind of a useless Jedi are you, anyway? You have no Padawans, you barely ever stay here, you don't even talk to the rest of us..."

"Yeah, yeah," Atton interrupted her. "And Mira's a loss and you wish I was dead instead. I get it. I mean, I do, too, probably more than you do. Take a swing at me next time, see how you feel, but I've got places to be."

He turned around on his heel. Kind of wished she took a swing at him anyway.

But she didn't, so he left.

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