I look over to the back of the boy with black hair. I move over slightly and get up from under the covers, sitting there for a moment. I run my hands over my face and move from the bed. Ben has stayed with me for the past few weeks. The younglings have moved on and I have joined the council. Ben has laid beside me every night. Sometimes we speak, sometimes we lay in the dark and watch the ceiling. Sometimes we will just lay there and look at each other, studying each other.
I walk to his side of the bed and pull the blankets up slightly onto him more. His reflexes are fast when he grabs my wrist. I jump slightly and he lifts his head up, looking towards me. "Where are you going?" I purse my lips and lean down onto my knees. "Council." I speak and he moves to hold my hand. "I won't be here when you get back." He moves to lay on his back and I hum. "Why not?" I ask and rest my chin onto the bed, looking to him.
"I have to try and train again. Clear my thoughts. Start back at square one." I poke my lip out and then run my fingers through his hair. He looks to me and then lays back onto his stomach. I let out a breath through my nose and then kiss his shoulder softly. I stand and grab a wrap, wrapping my breast for support and pulling on my white jacket and pants over a shirt. I run my hand through my hair and braid it back, twisting the ends. Ben watches me as I finish and pull my boots up. "They have no robes?" I shake my head. "No. They don't. So I wear what I'm use to." I shrug and he stands, holding the sheet around his waist. I look to him as I pull my belt on, slipping my hilt onto it.
He looks down at me and takes my hand, making me grip onto the sheet. I part my lips and watch him. "You wore this when we first seen each other. I was shocked." He grips the vest and pulls me up slightly. "I'm not leaving so don't be too worried." He speaks and he easily pulls me up, kissing my lips deeply. I let go of the blanket and he lifts me up around his waist. I look down at him and stroke his cheek, biting my lip slightly. "You always push me around because you're bigger." I speak and he watches me. "Mhm. And you don't have a problem with it."
He puts me down and I look up at him then between us. "Put some clothes on would you." I smile and start for the door. "Tonight?" I speak and he nods. "Every night." He watches me as I walk out. I make my way towards the building and step inside, taking a seat. I look around at the others as we wait for one more. I clasp my hands together and tap my boot slightly. I bite at my cheek and look at Rey steps in. She takes a seat and then it begins.
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After what feels like hours, they finally reach the final Problem, one of the Jedi masters speak. "There are First Order Rebels. Like assassins and killers as well as others who were behind Kylo Ren and Snoke. Should we give them another chance? My answer would be no." I part my lips and adjust slightly. I sit up and look to Rey. "I think sentencing them would be the best thing to do." Rey speaks and I scoff.
"So you are telling me that people who have known nothing but this, should not have a second chance?" They look to me and I raise a brow to them. "Master Daemon, they are dangerous. They should not be let into our cities." I nod once and clench my jaw. "Hmm. So I am dangerous?" Rey speaks. "You were, but that was the work of Palpatine." I squint my eyes at her and lean foreword. "And who said that it was? The dark side calls in everyone." Rey shakes her head and looks to me. "Karva. This is not your fight." I stand and look at her.
"I am not going to stand for this. When we came back, this was suppose to be different. But all it is now, is the first order with a different symbol and a different name. Leia wouldn't have killed these people." I speak and look to them. "Excuse me." I speak and clench my fists, walking vastly to my home. I unzip the jacket and storm through it, rage bubbling inside of me. I can feel the hot tears onto my face as I walk.
I open the door, hitting it against the wall. I step in and close it, taking harsh breath. "Calm down Karva." I speak to myself. "Don't let it consume you." I speak and step to the mirror, holding my hands against the table. I close my eyes and take breaths. I punch the mirror and kick the table, over and over.
I yell and fall to my knees, gripping my thighs. I hear the door open and heavy steps to me, kneeling down in front of me. "Control your anger. Don't let it get to you again." Ben speaks to me and I feel his thumb rub against my temple. "Breathe." I look up to him and he pushes some hair that got loose, behind my ear. "They want to kill them all." I speak and he looks to me. He's never seen me in so much distress before so I know he doesn't know what to do. I take a deep breath and wipe my cheeks. "They don't deserve it. If we were able to come back, then why can't they?"
I watch him and he lets out a breath. "It's not our business Karva. Yes, you are on the council, but it's not always the right thing, it's the thing that's best." I shake my head and stand up, taking my belt off. "It's not right. And you know it. It's pathetic that you always side with her." I undo my hair and change my clothing. He just looks at me. "You could just go and be with her. I'm sure she wouldn't mind scooping up poor Ben Solo."
I start moving to the kitchen and he quickly walks after me. "Get back here!" He yells and grabs me back. I go to grab the door but he quickly lets go and takes a breath. "Karva." He speaks and I look to him. "What Ben!?" He looks at me and then my stomach. "I felt something." I furrow my brows and watch him. "What are you speaking nonsense for?" I shake my head and he grabs my wrist.
He places my hand to my stomach and that's when I feel it. The light in my belly. I look to him and then he presses his own hand against it, parting his lips. "Ben.." I speak and he shakes his head. "No. Get rid of it." I look at him again and clench my jaw. "Get rid of it Karva. I'm not going to have it. Every single one of my family has had a fucked up childhood or has led to something bad. No." I shake my head.
"Out." I point to the door and he watches me. "Out!" I push him back and again. He looks at me before stepping back and out. I take calm breaths and hear the door. I place my hand to the wall and press my forehead against it. I run my hand against my stomach and feel the familiar tingling feeling from just moments before.