"...not something I ever learned. But that sounds plausible. I always had trouble controlling my emotions, and that made my connection to the Force powerful. Unstable, but powerful. I spent a lot of time in meditation. I can see how pain would act similarly."

"So do you want to try it again?"

"No."

"You sure?" 

"I hurt so many people. I've. They did it for a reason. At this point I've lived more of my life without. I don't. I can't."

He nods, "Okay then."

She reaches up to touch his jaw. Needs to shave.

"So we run. Sell this ship, they know we have it now and we could get a lot of credits for it. Then... just you and me?"

"Sounds good to me." 

There is an irritated beep from the hallway! 

She kisses him, then turns to look out to the doorway.

"If you're going to eavesdrop and have opinions, you should just come inside, Isk."

They will do just that, then! 

<Not leaving without this droid,> they tell Sharra.

<Ship difficult to trace,> they add. <For smuggling. Comm scramblers. Fast. Many licenses. Compartments. Change paint? Change name?> 

Atton's eyes narrow, "Right, and the droids," he grumbles. 

"Isk, I understand where you're coming from. I appreciate everything you did for us on the station, things would have gone a lot worse if not for you and T3. But it's been twenty years. I'm not a padawan anymore. Not a child. I can't help you or the Republic."

They blat, <This droid does not care. Will stay with little Jedi.> 

She closes her eyes, slightly overcome with anger, frustration and pain. Then:

"Pick a new name. I'm not a Jedi anymore and I haven't been for a very long time."

<Little sunspot,> they say, and then they reverse out of the medbay door. 

Sharra shakes her head and tucks back against her Atton. "How's my shoulder? Am I getting a fancy new robotic arm?"

"It's fine. Could have done with a dip, probably, but it'll heal. You'll have a scar." 

"Terrible. No droid lover for you."

"Hmm, bionic arm strength..."

Giggles!

She wraps around him more and squeezes, as much as she can with one arm.

"I love you."

"I. Uh."