Chapter 46. Legacy

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"All I am saying is that they aren't going to stay put forever." Jetcan Heist ran his hands over the blond beard on his face for the thousandth time, he was very clearly over the very circular conversation we were having.

So was I.

"Listen Jet, if we have any hope of defeating Palpatine there are certain things that need to be taken care of first." I argued. This conversation had been moving in a more and more obtuse pattern the more time that passed. The pair of us had been standing between the two starships for well over an hour and none of us was having what the other one was saying.

"I'm just trying to be honest with you Princess." He said turning back to the Millennium Falcon his pale eyes troubled, "It was all I could do to keep them put for as long as I have. Rey is really eager to get away from this place and take care of Palpatine," he sighed finally coming to the heart of the conversation, "if she didn't feel so gods damned guilty for what happened I'm sure- "

I cut him off my voice low with warning as I approached him my finger poking him in the chest, "You mean she feels guilty for trying to kill Kylo."

He sighed looking down at me, I was close enough he could not mask his own pain. "Katalana." He began again.

"No," I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't Jet, please." Turned away.

"She feels bad Lana."

"I don't give a flying shit how she feels!" The anger and the octaves in my voice both raising, "there are always consequences for everything that happens you and I both know that Jetcan." A frown painted my features, my shoulders were tense and as relieved as I was that Kylo was alive, I was just as angry that I nearly lost him, "No matter what you may think, at the end of the day do you really think anyone will care if Kylo or I had a hand in destroying Palpatine? Or do you think they will only remember who we once stood behind? Especially now that his mother is gone."

"You know that is not what I meant." He said his voice raising as he towered over me straightening to his full height in an attempt to intimidate me, "The issue is that we can't just sit here in a stalemate forever, something has to give."

"Why does it have to be us that gives in Jet, and you didn't answer my question." My voice was dangerous, and I held my ground not allowing him to intimidate me into submission, "I don't forget how the Resistance murdered all of those people on Starkiller base, or on the Supremacy, or even the civilians on Battu. Who decides what killing is justifiable and what is not?"

My eyes blazed into his searching for an answer, but he was merely silent for a moment as my words hung in the air like a stone. He looked as though he might speak but didn't have an argument.

I scoffed stepping back from him looking out to the vast ocean beyond, my stomach in knots, "Neither side was right, all of this death and violence is unwarranted, at least when I dealt with revenge it made sense, but this?" I motioned around us with a gesture, "This is senseless."

"Lana, what do you expect to happen when this is all over?" the venom in his voice was jarring.

I looked back to him and filled my expression with all of the emotions I could muster, sadness, fear, anger and even the smallest amount of hope, "When this is all over, I don't want a medal or my name to go down in history. All I want is for my family to be safe and alive and for all of us to find a place where we can live the rest of our lives out in peace without having to constantly be looking over our shoulders for a bounty hunter or a long-lost enemy bent on our deaths." I kept his gaze for as long as I could hoping that I would see some sort of understanding in them but when I didn't, I sighed and turned away from him and started to make my way back inside the Buzzard.

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