SWTOR: The Davire Legacy

[2014] Main Chapters: Betrayed (Part 3)

Seyje sat on the side of her bed deep in thought. Something was out of place with her husband. The way Quinn had kissed her, it just felt...wrong. Instead of a fiery passion, he felt like a statue, cold and empty.

The past few days had been no different. He had been finding every reason to not spend any time with her, making up excuses about checking the ship functions and planning for their missions on Corellia. It wasn't unlike him to do such things, but he suddenly seemed more concerned with his duties than with his relationship with her.

There's something going on. I should ask him about all this...

Seyje thought about getting up, but never did. She felt weighed down by confliction.

I trust Quinn. He would tell me if something was wrong. Wouldn't he? Then again, with the way he's been acting recently.

The Sith sighed.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. After all, he is in charge of the ship and can't give me his attention all the time.

Seyje glanced towards the closed door of her quarters. She could feel Jaesa and Pierce in the training room. They were either sparring at very close distances or making out in a corner – the latter was more likely. Vette and Broonmark were mingling in the lounge. It had been somewhat strange for Seyje to watch, but the two very different companions seemed to get along rather well. She didn't understand how that was possible, but perhaps the Twi'lek's cheery personality had somehow offset the bloodthirsty ways of the Talz. Either way, it didn't matter to Seyje as long as they were happy.

As usual, Quinn was sitting in the bridge of the ship. Seyje had promised the crew a long time ago that she would never read their thoughts or emotions unless she had to. Jaesa had agreed to as well. But even from this far away, the Sith could feel the turmoil seeping off her Captain in waves.

I just wish he would talk to me. I've barely seen him these past few days.

A sense of loneliness came over the Sith she hadn't felt since her mission on Hoth. Seyje stood to go seek out Quinn, but as soon as she was on her feet, the door to her quarters hissed open to reveal the very man she was looking for in the doorway. A lump caught in her throat at his vacant expression.

"My lord, we've arrived at the ship. I took the liberty of connecting the airlocks. Whenever you are ready to depart," Quinn said with a quick nod.

He was there one second and gone the next before Seyje could utter a single word. She slowly sunk back onto the bed, unable to speak.

He...didn't even ask what was wrong.

She knew Quinn well enough to know that he could tell when she wasn't feeling herself. Surely he had noticed?

Maybe he wasn't paying close enough attention, but – no, that would be so unlike him.

It had been a long time since he had spoken to her in such a militaristic tone, much longer than she cared to remember.

I haven't heard him talk like this since Balmorra and Nar Shaddaa. Is he driving me away? Did I do something wrong?

Thoughts jumbled her mind. What could possibly be the cause of all this? It certainly wasn't normal behavior, and he seemed fine when they were on Voss. Had something happened to him that she wasn't aware of?

"My lord?"

Seyje jumped. She didn't even notice her apprentice appear in the doorway.

"Oh, Jaesa, come in," she mumbled, embarrassed at her lack of focus.