Alone, but not

Aittera sulked in the back booth of another dimly lit cantina somewhere in one of the seedier neighborhoods of Nar Shaddaa, plowing her way through a bottle of whiskey as she played the previous night's visit over again in her mind.

It had been a week since the day Ragious had appeared to her, chiding her for thinking about him too loudly, claiming to be the closest thing she had to a best friend. He might be right, now. The only real friend she had on the moon was now lying in a coma, and even he had been too busy to really talk much beyond the afternoon they'd spent trying to salvage what friendship they could from the past they'd shared. She had thought about calling Selus, but there was so much that she needed to say to him, and once she began, she wasn't sure he'd be inclined to just sweep it all aside or forgive her.

Ragious had admitted that this time it had been his thoughts that had drawn their minds together, but it hadn't been the simple matter of his image appearing next to her or stalking toward her. He'd been in her dream, and that dream had followed her into consciousness. Unlike the two dreams she'd shared with Jheryth, there was no sense of clarity, and when she woke up, she wasn't even sure of more than a few details. It wasn't really until the Sith's image appeared in her room and told her that the dream had unintentionally been his doing that she'd even known that he'd been the man in it.

Now, though...

Now, she recalled every detail.