She turns her head to look at him.

"Hey. Look," she laughs, while she cries. "S'green."

-he joins her at the window, wrapping an arm around her waist as he looks out on the station and the planet below. 

"...yeah. It's, uh. Really something, right?" 

She presses back against him and nods. Wiping her face.

"It's — I've never been this happy. With you. And. I don't deserve it. I've done so many terrible things, made the galaxy worse. But." She stares down at this small spot of green and blue. So small and surrounded by devastation... "There's life."

...he sets his chin on her head, tucking her into his body as they watch the planet. 

"Yeah," he sighs. "Life... goes on? Planets are pretty resilient. There's even living stuff on Malachor, you know?"

— she curls up in him.

"Really?" The echoes of pain and terror and horrifying death- she presses her mind deeper inside his. Muting. "What did you see?"

He takes her and wraps around her like a cloak, remembering- the landscape of the planet, and nothing else. 

"Plants, animals... Well, nothing I'd like to meet in a dark alley, but they were there. It was a sith planet before the battle, too. I guess whatever survived probably had to be stronger than normal animals. Whatever you think about Sith, you gotta admit they make tough monsters."

- she doesn't laugh. Well, only a little bit.

"The Mandolorians were terrified of it. The name Malachor was taboo. Wasn't even on any of their maps. Maybe that had something to do with it," she jokes, lightly.

"Pretty sure it did, yeah. There was an actual Sith Temple there, you know. Still is."

Huh. "Didn't know that." But it makes sense, in hindsight. She looks back down to the planet below. "Life goes on, huh?"

"Yep," he leans his cheek on her, "Whether you want it to or not."

Snuggle. "Wouldn't have met you, if it hadn't."

"So, worth it, right?" 

She turns into him and pulls his face against her.

"You're an idiot, Atton Rand. And you're mine. If I could turn back time, change everything... I don't know. But knowing that you would be here, being mine, it's worth everything. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. Was always so afraid. I'm not afraid now."

He wants to avoid her eyes, but can't. 

"I..."

His hands clench, unclench. He manages to pull his gaze away, look down.

"...yeah."

"I'd've taken 'nice consolation prize', you know."

She laughs as she kisses him.

"That's your ass, actually." She squeezes said ass. "I'm vain like that."

He snorts, "Yeah, sure. I gotta be useful for something, right? Pilot and booty call, that's me." 

Future husband, she adds.

Another kiss. "Best booty call in the galaxy."

Kiss!

Kisses and snuggles.

Though eventually: "You're stalling."

"Yeah, maybe a little." 

"Me too," she admits. "I'm scared. Not of Kreia, or opening my thoughts to her, but of... well, you know the last time I was fully connected to the Force."

"Right. You sure you wanna do this? We can just wait for T3 to call, or the station security has any luck."

She shakes her head. "I don't want to do this, but we're going to. If T3 could have contacted us, he would have already, and do you really think station security is going to be able to handle whoever took the ship that had Kreia on it? This has to be connected to the people hunting us."