My face is almost healed.
My pride, however, wants some maker-damed revenge.
Going to try and get in touch with Rinn. She’s got her fingers in all sorts of pies, all across Nar Shaddaa. I know that if Rodo’s in hiding - which he is, the little akkshit - she’ll be a good place to start the search. Get her in on the planning stages. Make sure something like this never, ever happens again.
I also think I still owe her a drink or two for letting me try that coat on.
Dhen’s getting transferred for training or something. Fuckin’ hate that. First Bald, now him. If fuckin’ command takes Jerax from me, I swear to the stars I’m gonna take up bounty hunting and start shooting bitches.
Jerax and I…
We’re still doing. We’re okay. Sort of.
I feel like I’m holding on by the absolute edges of my fingernails. But I’ll be thrice-damned down the gullet of a starving sarlacc before I let him go. He says he wants to be with me. I know I want to be with him.
Everything just feels so complicated lately.
I just want everything to be simple again.