Resentment

Aittera sat curled up in a booth in the back of a cantina somewhere in the red light district, glaring at the bottle she'd been plowing her way through. The seedy little dive was relatively quiet in the dimly lit back corner where she'd taken refuge, and even without the aid of Force abilities, she'd managed to convey the message that she was not worth interrupting on her way in.

"So you do plan to fight me after all then?"

She had been tempted - oh so very tempted - by that little seductive whisper Khor had breathed into her ear. Hell, a year ago, she'd have tumbled right into the bastard's bed without a second thought. He was charming, damned attractive, and that confidence....

A year ago. 

Before Selus chased her down and forced her to reinvest in her life. 

Back in the days she ran from anyone who could make her feel like she wasn't a walking corpse with a dead husk of what was once a heart in her chest. 

"I've been resenting the hell out of him lately, and sleeping with someone else - even if he never knows about it - would be some kind of....I don't know. Punishment?"

What she'd said echoed in her ears as she played out the rest of her meeting with Khor in her mind, and she began to wonder how she hadn't seen it before that moment. It wasn't just the way Selus had pushed for the truce, invoking what he knew about her past to know exactly how to make her give in, and the more she let her mind sift back through everything that had happened since the Devious Hope had been destroyed, the more she found to resent.

She loved him though. She would love him forever if he walked into the cantina right that second and stabbed her in the heart. She would move planets for him. So, she would have to find a way to make things right between them.

Somehow.