Sia's Coruscant, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had been extremely tempted to stay at Fandom and maybe never talk to Sia again after leaving her a series of drunken texts a few days before. But that would involve staying at Fandom, a place that at this point wasn't, exactly, doing great things for his emotional stability.

Not that anywhere was. But still.

And so it was that he showed up around noon on Monday, a bag slung over his arm and Pauline the plant in his other hand, trudging up the steps of the palace.

Might as well face the music.

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[notconflicted]

"This time it's me saying it. And that's why I'm in this forever," she pointed out. "I don't ask anything of my Knights that I don't do myself."

[suitably_heroic]

"I know," Atton said. "But I don't really believe in anything working out okay. Stupid of me to even think me and Sparks were gonna be best buddies when we were eighty."

There'd been a time he'd thought the rest of his life would be him out on missions, coming back to a Temple full of kids spellbound by a wisecracking Sparkle in the mess hall. That'd been stupid.

[notconflicted]

"That wasn't stupid," Sia said gently.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeaaah, my life so far says it kinda was," Atton muttered.

[notconflicted]

"Just because something doesn't work out doesn't mean it's stupid." If that were true, no one would date, ever. "You never had any reason to think it would go any other way."

[suitably_heroic]

There was a short silence.

"I really loved that kid, Si," Atton said quietly. "I don't think he's coming back."

[notconflicted]

"I know," she said.

[suitably_heroic]

"And she's not coming back," Atton said, voice quieter.

[notconflicted]

"No," Sia said. "She's not."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rubbed his forehead.

"I should probably let Mical know I'm not dead."

[notconflicted]

"He would probably appreciate that." Though she also had to ask, "When was the last time you spoke with him?"