Omake: Aftermaths
Councilor Brianna jolted in her chair as the door to her quarters chimed. Turning away from the terminal she'd been staring at to the door, she hurriedly dabbed both eyes with her sleeve. "Enter!"
Bastila opened the door and stepped inside, softly closing it behind her. She offered Brianna a gentle smile and a concerned look.
"Was there something I can help you with?" Brianna asked.
Bastila shook her head. "Brianna, I could sense your feelings halfway across the compound. I'm here in case you need a friend."
Brianna let slip a slightly shuddering sigh. "Thanks. I just...family is hard."
Bastila nodded and took a seat. "It is."
Brianna looked at the floor. "Are...do you ever worry that something awful will happen to your son, and you'll lose yourself? I keep thinking about what happened to my mother, how the old Order would use it as an example of why we shouldn't make connections with others."
A flash of sorrow crossed Bastila's face, and she nodded as she spoke quietly. "I have given the matter much thought. It was very difficult when Revan left. The pain is there still. It is difficult to imagine the pain I would feel if I lost my son as well."
Brianna looked up in surprise. "Do you think the old Order was right?"
Bastila shook her head firmly. "No. It is difficult to imagine the pain of such a loss, but instead of turning away from it I've made myself try. I believe the key to not losing oneself in grief is to find acceptance. To accept and treasure the bonds we make with others for however long they last, and then to let them go with our blessing when their time is over. To see this as the way of the Force. Of life."
Brianna did not respond to that for a long moment. Instead she looked over at the terminal screen she'd been staring at; the Archive file on her mother.
"I think your mother became Darth Treya because she couldn't find that acceptance. She found anger in her grief and wanted to lash out at that which she felt was ultimately responsible. The Force itself."
"Emotion, yet peace," Brianna said, returning her gaze to Bastila. "Passion, yet serenity."
Bastila nodded. "It is right there in the Code. We may feel without losing ourselves. We can love, and accept loss as a price gladly paid for it. We can know grief, and find acceptance. Perhaps it is safer to cut ourselves off from feeling, but that is not truly living. And by denying life, I think we would deny the full beauty and scope of the Force as well. We must live, and prepare as best we can for grief, and when it comes allow those who care for us still to be our comfort and strength. The old Order was at its best when we treated one another as one great family. There is room for family large and small in the Order and in the Code. There always was. I have come to believe we should embrace our connections with others, and grow as people and as Jedi for it. To find the Light in the full scope of life's positive experiences instead of hiding from them all because we fear endings. Prepared and supporting one another, we shall not falter."
Brianna found herself offering a small smile. "The doctrine of Bastila Shan, Jedi Master."
Bastila laughed. "Perhaps."
Brianna looked up and let her thoughts drift, thinking of the future. "You might be on to something."
Bastila quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Brianna lowered her gaze again. "The Council hasn't really discussed what we should be teaching the students about attachment. We've been reconsidering other doctrines of the old Order, and with the wave of new recruits coming from Jedi who had families despite the old doctrine, now might be the best time."
Brianna stood. "Will you come with me to speak with Bao-Dur?"
Bastila's smile was genuine as she stood. "Of course."