Alethea glanced at her companion, noting how tired his voice sounded. "I suppose that is true enough," she responded to his statement that his exhaustion was to be expected. She was tired, too, but she couldn't admit that right now. Admitting it would draw attention to that fact when she needed to focus whatever energy she had on getting past the blockade before them. Once they were past the blockade, then she could think about that, or anything else.<br/><br/>She followed the other vessel up into space, where they were met with the anticipated barrage of blaster fire. Despite her exhaustion, Alethea was able to avoid the vast majority of the blaster fire, using the Force as her guide. What little fire could not be avoided was reflected harmlessly off of their shield. The other vessel, however, received the brunt of the fire and they were not so lucky as to avoid most of it unscathed. She could feel their situation through the Force. They had taken damage, enough that they could not make it to Coruscant without repairs.<br/><br/>Tatooine. She got that feeling just before Thal-ion spoke. She might have responded, but she was tired and focused, so rather than respond with words, she simply nodded. She wished for a moment that it were possible for them to simply load the other party onto their ship and deliver them to Coruscant, however, she knew this was not wise. They needed to go to Tatooine. If they interfered with these events, the future would have a very different course. She quickly dismissed these thoughts and focused on the task at hand: getting them out of here in one piece.<br/><br/>Soon after, her companion set the course for Tatooine, they jumped to hyperspace. She took this opportunity to let the autopilot take over, leaning back in her chair and sighing, a sound that told her her exhaustion. She was, for the first time, blocking out the thoughts of her companion, for she knew on what they dwelled, and she knew that such thoughts were dangerous to entertain.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, this did not last long, as Thal-ion soon spoke up, breaking through the silence. They needed to talk. He wasn't wrong. They did need to talk. It was just that... well... she didn't want to. Not about this. Not now. But she couldn't deny the necessity of such a conversation. Whatever they did, for better or worse, they needed to be on the same page. There was nothing more likely to cause damage to this timeline than the two of them, both with knowledge of what was to happen, acting independently, for different purposes. If they did that, they would not only be divided, but possibly even acting with opposite purposes in mind. She didn't want that. Even if the fate of the future, of time itself didn't depend on it, she didn't want them to fight, to disagree, or  to be divided.<br/><br/>She let out another weary sigh, sitting upright once again and looking towards him. "I suppose we do," she replied to his quiet statement before averting her eyes momentarily, staring out at the passing stars. "It's selfish of me, I know, but I wish we didn't have to. I wish we could talk about something else. Anything else," she spoke softly before her eyes once again found his. "But I know that we must, so I guess it's better to just get it out of the way," she resigned to having the conversation. She wanted to clarify that she hadn't meant it to seem as though she didn't wish to talk with him, but that she didn't wish to discuss something she wasn't sure they wound agree on, and she didn't want them to disagree, but the words never came.<br/><br/>Instead, she pursed her lips for a moment, her eyes gazing thoughtfully into his. "You are wondering if the Force sent us here, not simply to deal with those who would change the fate of the galaxy for the worst, but perhaps to change it for the better, to prevent the darkness to come and create a better future for the galaxy," she stated, rather than asking. "And I'm wondering what kind of damage we could inadvertently cause by meddling in things we don't really understand," she admitted, fidgeting a little as she did.<br/><br/>"I'm not saying that I completely disagree with you. I don't. I would love nothing more than to make the galaxy a better place. But what if we don't? What if we think we are, but we just end up making it worse?" she wondered, admitting her fear. "The sheer amount of careful planning, foresight, and attention to even the tiniest of details that is necessary to carefully craft a future that is better... Are we capable of that? Am I?" she wondered, looking down instead of at him, still fidgeting as she did. "Maybe if we were both masters of our abilities, it would be easier but... We're just kids. I mean, I know the Force chose us, and I know there was a reason, I just..." she let the words trail off, not wanting to follow that train of thought.<br/><br/>She finally looked at him again, hesitating to speak again. "If we do this... We can never go home. Even if we could, there's a big chance that no one will even remember who we were," she voiced a final concern, doing her best to keep her voice level and calm, but there was the smallest of cracks in her voice, and despite herself, her doubt and fear showed in her eyes briefly before she looked away again, trying to remind herself of the Jedi code.<span style="font-style: italic">There is no emotion, there is peace</span>. But for the first time, she wasn't sure that this mantra had the desired effect.