It was quite interesting to see the memories from someone else’s perspective, and even more so to feel at least some of that they had felt, it helped Jax to look at these memories in a new light. That night when he had been hurt, he had not realized that the other felt afraid as well. He had always thought that he was weak, that he had been alone in his fear, but after seeing it from Jek’s perspective, he realized that he was foolish to think that he alone had been afraid. They were essentially running for their lives, and those they cared for were doing the same. The fear they had felt—that they had shared, it was born out of that bond, out of a fear that their friends would be hurt. If he thought about it, they had all probably felt the same way. Perhaps that was why they had never spoken of it again. They had all been afraid to admit to their own weakness, believing that it was theirs alone.<br/><br/>Like his friend, he felt that the bond had already grown stronger in this short time, although he was not an expert either, so he could not say whether it was truly strong, only that it was stronger than it had been when they had boarded this ship. He, too, felt a warmth, as though the shared connection offered some peace, even comfort. For lack of better terms, it was like welcoming home an old friend. Which, he guessed, it basically was, because it came with the return on an old friendship.<br/><br/>As their memories turned to the last night, they had all spent together. Knowing that they would be apart for some time had made the night bittersweet, but it had still been an enjoyable time overall. Of course, looking back now, in the context of everything that happened after that, it seemed even more bittersweet, even bordering on tragic. When he saw Jek’s memory of having kissed Aeris when he and An-Lok were distracted, he was a little surprised, although more that he had never known rather than that it had happened at all. He felt a hint of the emotions that followed this memory and then the man abruptly opened his eyes, stool, and left the room.<br/><br/>“Jek…” he muttered his name, not calling out to him, but somewhat worried about him. He couldn’t blame him for feeling this way, though, even if it was, perhaps, not something others may find to be fitting of a Jedi. He sighed to himself and moved to place his palms on the mat behind him, leaning backwards and letting his head fall backwards. To be honest, he was reeling in his own mind over what had happened that night, especially now, knowing that Jek had done the thing he had been too afraid to do.<br/><br/>He recalled An-Lok leading him out of the room, although he did not recall what it was that she had told him to get him to follow her; he hadn’t needed a reason to go where ever she would lead him, he was happy to follow her, so it hadn’t really mattered. He recalled that her reddish-brown hair had been down rather than braided, how warm her golden eyes had been, and how she somehow still smelled nice ever after dueling. Most of all, he remembered the way he felt when she told him she would miss him—a knot in his stomach and a desire to kiss her. And yet, he hadn’t. He hadn’t been able to say anything, he had just held her tightly, perhaps longer than he should have, before convincing himself to let go. He had to. Attachment was forbidden, and he felt as though if he didn’t let go at that moment, he might never be able to, and that was dangerous.<br/><br/>Sighing once more, a long and heavy sigh that carried the weight of years of repressed feelings, he pushed himself upright before moving to stand up. Once on his feet he stretched and tried to relax his muscles, easing the tension in his body, hoping that somehow this would help to ease what he felt in his heart—it didn’t. After a few minutes, he left the room, watching as Jek passed by, seemingly without noticing him. He got the feeling that the other man wanted to be alone and, truthfully, he wasn’t sure that he felt any different, but either way, he chose not to bother him, instead heading for the cockpit, watching the stars go by for a while before closing his eyes, searching the Force, although for what, he could not say.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Aeris turned as the other woman seated herself at her preferred console, removing her own hood and freeing her loose red hair to fall over her shoulders and down her back. She did not, however, search for anywhere to seat herself, having no particular desire to sit. She shook her head and gave a wave of her hand when An-Lok suggested that she do just that. “It’s fine. I’m more relaxed standing anyways,” she assured her, chuckling a little at her latter comment; although the thought was not enough to truly calm her, it was an amusing thought to distract her for a short time, at least. Of course, knowing that it would be a few days before their first stop to pick up one of those Force sensitives was enough to ruin whatever momentary reprieve she might have felt.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the other woman was up on her feet again and heading towards the command elevator. Aeris quirked a brow at the abrupt change and the comment that followed, but quickly shrugged and followed her. It wasn’t as though she had anything better to do. She wasn’t really the type to sit there and watch the stars go by. She was far to restless and impatient for that. She briefly wondered if she had always been this way but recalled that after joining the Jedi and finding her place in their little group, she had felt some comfort, calm, even peace.<br/><br/>Perhaps she was now missing whatever it was that had helped her to find peace and to feel content in one place. She didn’t feel like diving down that rabbit hole now, though, so she pushed the thoughts from her mind as she crossed the command deck, her own footsteps light and silent, although that was perhaps no less frightening than the heavy and powerful steps of the other woman. After all, the silent killer was no less a killer than the one you could hear. She wondered where it was they were going that inspired the toothy smile from the other Sith, but decided not to ask, as it seemed like it was meant to be a surprise of sorts.<br/><br/>She strode along next to An-Lok, keeping her pace just a little slower than that of the other woman, as her longer stride carried her further with each step and she was meant to be following, so it would do no good to wind up in front of her. When they finally reach their destination and the door opened, she stepped into the room, a grin forming as she took in the room. It was not as large as the training room in the Jedi temple where they had trained, but it was certainly larger than the small training room she had created within her own ship. “Not too shabby,” she observed, “Yes, I think it will do quite nicely,” she agreed, grateful that the other woman had picked up on how she felt and brought her here rather than letting her stew on the command deck. She wasn’t sure how long she would have lasted before blowing up on someone.<br/><br/>Using the Force, she pulled two training sabers from across the room, closing her fingers around them as they landed squarely in her palms before twirling them, tossing them, and otherwise playing with them to get the feel for them. She could have used her own weapon, but the way she felt now, she didn’t want to hold back, and she could do enough damage with these wooden sticks. Using her own blades now would be dangerous to basically everything in the room—not that she was worried about An-lok, but the equipment and the room itself—and she did wish to use the facility more than once.<br/><br/>“Are you going to join me?” she asked, wondering if the other Sith might want to spar. It had been a long time since they had sparred with one another. If not, she was perfectly happy to pummel some dummies. Either method would serve her purposes just fine.