"Maybe? I - do you think anything will come back?"

“I don’t know. What happened to you hasn’t happened before. Or, at least, not that I’ve heard.”

"You know what happened to me?"

“Yes. But I don’t know why it affected your memory. Can you feel the connection between us?”

"Of course. You're - there."

"You-" Bastila swallows back fear, and a little revulsion. This isn't Revan, at least not now. "You helped me. A ship was attacking, and with your power I was able to get us both out."

"And using my power - damaged my memories?"

“I...I think I took too much of your power. I didn’t know that I could do that.”

"Oh."

The thought of losing even the few memories she has is... Really terrifying.

"Is - losing my memories again still a risk?"

Bastila wraps her arms around herself. “I don’t know. I...I didn’t even know I could hold that much power. But I’m not going to take any more from you. And then, I guess, we’ll just have to figure out how to sever this bond.”

...But she likes this. But if Bastila doesn't - "Okay. If you want."

"What if we're threatened again, and you need my power?"

Revan has a point, though she doesn’t know it. Malak is still out there, and Revan’s own forces. Bastila hugs herself a little tighter. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t mean to- I don’t know the extent of what I can do.”

She really wants to give Bastila a hug. Really really. She - doesn't know if it'd be welcome, and it seems strange to articulate, so she pushes that silent want over the bond.

"If the problem was you took too much - we might be able to work on it while things are calm. Take only a little at a time. And if we know losing memory's a risk I can record stuff I think is important to know for - the next me." Though losing memories permanently is basically dying. Still, nothing gained without risk.

Bastila flinches away from the offer, turning to face the wall. She’s struggling to reconcile Revan, Darth Revan, who struck down her friends without mercy, who razed planets, with this person in front of her. She wishes almost that she was wearing the mask again.

She shakes her head a little, centring herself. “We’re not going to risk something that we might not need. You’ve already lost your memories. It’s not worth trying until we know more.”  

She feels confusion, hurt, uncertainty - she doesn't know why that upset Bastila.

"...Why are you - scared of me?"

“You...well. We’ll see if you remember.”

Bastila forces herself to relax. “Are you hungry? The ship has a synthesiser.”

...She isn't sure she wants to remember, if the original her was - the sort who would scare someone she's connected to like this.

"I am a little. I don't know what I like, though."

“It mostly all tastes like cardboard. Food for sustenance, not taste.” The joke falls flat, but Bastila manages a small, grim smile.

She nods towards the door. “Follow me.”

"Cardboard food sounds unpleasant."

Still, she gets up and follows. She can eat a little, she supposes.

The ship is large enough for a small crew, but they are the only two people on it, aside from the med-droid and a couple of astromechs. Bastila leads the way past a few closed doors, and into a middle space, a kitchen, a seating area, and a holotransmitter all crammed in.

Bastila walks over to the kitchen, and keys a couple of things into a screen, and once a ding sounds, pulls out two servings of what looks like standard Army rations. “Here. I’ll grab you some caf too.”

"Thanks."

She sits, poking at the food. It's - unpleasant. She makes a face.

Which gets a small smile out of Bastila, as she pushes a mug across the table. “It’s digestible. About the nicest thing that can be said about it.”

She takes the caf, but doesn't seem to like it much better. "Are we sure about the digestible part?"

“Mmm.” Bastila eats hers with a blank look, used to the bland taste of the food, and the sharp bitterness of the caf. “Wartime rations. Bland, but digestible.”

"Wartime?"

She seems a lot less enthused about the prospect. Maybe she should see how long she can go just not eating. Seems preferable, at the moment.