"Yeah, good luck in there." Komad said back to Alkea as he watched her enter the cantina.
Back in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, Alkonium knelt before a statue of his wife. "My love, I fear the worst. Our son may have been killed in an attempt to liberate the planet of Taris, and our daughter is still in self-exile on Dagobah. Did they mature enough in the absence? How do we know they still knew to stay away from the Dark Side?" He asked, knowing he would get a response, although his wife had been dead for thirteen years.
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