On a slightly more serious note:
Something Blue
I realized then that there was a playful smirk on Darra's face. "I was awake in the tent that morning."
My mind went back to that moment when I woke up. "You mean when you were pressed up against me?" I'd had my arms wrapped around her in that moment, my vision mostly blocked by her hair.
"It was the first time since I needed prosthetics that I felt safe. That moment there," she said, her mind seemingly back in that moment. "I could do with more of those moments. I'm curious, though. Why did you move me and start on breakfast?"
I had begun preparing answers for all the questions I thought she might ask. That…was not one of them.
"Um. I realized that I…I mean…" I started, blowing out a breath and closing my eyes. "I was in a state of mind that would not have been helpful or productive given the whole no-attachments rule thing."
Darra raised an eyebrow. "You weren't born a Jedi. You didn't grow up with that."
This was one of those questions I had been able to prepare myself for. "I'd been named a Jedi. That was enough for me. I wanted this."
Darra looked a little disappointed. "You're a great healer, your thoughts on a way forward for the Jedi have been insightful, and your skill with the Force is remarkable for someone who's only been consciously using it for a year or so. You are, however, a terrible spy," Darra said. "Master Rogan made you as a spy inside of about five minutes, but he wanted to give you enough fibercord to hang yourself if that was something you were inclined to do. You don't work for the Sith. You don't work for the Republic or the Confederacy, and you're not a Coruscant or Corellian Jedi. Who the kark do you work for?"
I have never been any good at anything but various shades of the truth. "I work for an independent intelligence agency working against the Sith. We've noticed Sith of considerable power on both sides of this war. There's a Sith involved with the Senate and one involved with the Confederacy, and they're in league. These are things you already know." All of these statements were true, but not sufficiently detailed to give away my allegiance.
I needed to change the subject, quickly. "One of the things I've been working on off-planet is trying to find a cloning facility that isn't Kamino, looking for someone to do some custom work. I'm not sure how familiar you are with the science of it, but the short version is simple. From a given DNA sample, a person can be grown. They tend to go mad if grown in less time than a year at a minimum and the usual time is three to five years. Throw in the whole business of the Force and there's a lot going on that makes full cloning extremely impractical. Considerably less impractical and much faster is cloning tissues. Get a sample of someone who's lost a hand, grow him a new hand, and graft it on. It's in about the same ethical space as cloned meat and would cover a lot of different opportunities that other cybernetics might not be able to. Still far more expensive than cybernetics, even this new kind I brought in, but it might be worthwhile in niche cases."
Darra stared at me. "You're avoiding the question."
I shrugged. "Does it matter who pays me if I've been free to act as I please ever since I set foot on Tython?"
Darra looked at me, half-afraid of what she was going to learn but knowing she needed to know. "Stop taking their money and you'll really be free."
"That…is one of the things I'm not free to do," I said, staring at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "I know things, and if they lost track of me, they'd think I started giving away secrets. If I start spilling secrets, even just the ones that are mine to tell…well, a military tribunal could execute me for treason to the Republic. The galaxy would be at the mercy of the very Sith we both work against, as they would focus their influence against the biggest thing in their way: the Jedi. So please," I asked, "let me keep my secrets, and know that from the beginning I have wanted nothing but wholeness and health for you."
"You're…one of them, aren't you?" Darra asked, stricken. "The Abyss Watchers took away everything I cared about, and you're one of them?"
The surprised expression on my face was all she needed to put the pieces together as she ran out of her room in tears.
I slunk back to my ship, my own tears streaming down my face, everything I had been building turned to ruin.