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Who: EVERYONE!
When: Day 19, Late Afternoon
Where: All the Apartments. All of them.
What: Becca's bringing around flower arrangements!

[Please put your apartment letter in the subject line and reply to that thread if someone's already answered the door for your apartment. Thanks!]

[Becca's making trips to all the apartments. Since people are in and out of the shrine room, she knocks on one of the bedroom doors in apartment A. Otherwise, she knocks on the hallway door of every apartment. Even apartment E.]

Housekeeping! This'll be quick~!

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What kind of...pictures?

I'm an artist. I'm making posters, if you're staying with us, you should have one, too.

...There is one thing. And if I describe it to you, you cannot share it with anyone.

Uhm...okay?

If you're able, I would take a drawing of my family.

You'd have to describe them really well. I dunno if I'd get it right...

After all this time, I may not know the difference.

...I'm sorry. Do...you want to tell me what happened?

[settling on the ground near him]

[His tone grows harsh.]

Three hundred years ago, I left to prevent a war. My allies were murdered, and I was captured. It was the price of peace so a son that never knew me could grow old without the threat of extermination.

[Her eyes widen, but she hangs her head.]

You must've loved him very much, to be a captive just for his safety.

It was a possibility I was aware of and willing to accept, but I am not as noble as you might think. We had intended to kill the enemy's leader.

But that's what war is about, isn't it? And if you were trying to kill the enemy's leader to end the war, that's still good in the end...

It was to prevent the war from even starting. I wouldn't want the method we chose celebrated, but we felt it was justified.

I think...if it would've stopped a whole war...it was the right thing to try to do. I don't think you're a bad guy.

You're welcome to draw your own opinion. We each walk our own paths.

[She takes out some plain paper and a pencil, and a notebook for a hard surface.]

So tell me about your family.

My wife was a Jedi named Bastila Shan. She was...strong. As for my son, Avner, I only saw a hologram of him when he was three years old.

[Describing a steely woman with dark shoulder-length hair mostly pulled back. His son...well it's a three year old boy with the dark hair and eyes of his parents. When he's done talking about them, he hesitates, then starts describing a second woman.]

[Becca sketches a few attempts at his wife before settling on one design. She sets her drafts aside and starts on Avner, again making a few attempts before settling on one.]

Who's the other lady?

[Still, she's trying to sketch her as well, occasionally asking things like 'who was taller' and 'who was thinner', comparing her to Bastila.]

She's our descendant.

[Becca starts peering under his hood again.]

Do you want me to draw you with them? Or would that be too painful?

I don't belong with them.

That's the thing about drawings...you can fix the things that fate fucked up.

[Tentatively starts sketching a warm family scene with him, his wife, and son, but she doesn't finish it before showing it to him, in case he doesn't want to see.]

[He just watches, at this point -- not encouraging her, but not stopping her.]

[She adds more details, omitting the scars on his face.]

[...lowering his hood for her]