The agent stood there trembling as the tears poured down her face. She didn't care that they knew. Let the whole world know for all it mattered now. The secret she had been trying to hide for so long was ripped out into reality by the claws of a maniac that cared nothing about the consequences created.
"That's it then? There's nothing else we can do?" she whispered, barely managing to find the words.
Kieyla glanced up at her sister's torn expression, ignoring everyone else standing around them. Seyje was struggling to keep her composure, but kept it well hidden.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "This is the only way to guarantee his safety."
A new wave of tears shed themselves from the Cipher's eyes as she looked to the ground, trying futilely to contain her pain. How could she possibly go through with this? Defeating Jadus seemed like a cakewalk compared to the emotional minefield that she was now laying down for herself – and didn't want to walk across.
"There has to be another way."
"Kieyla," Seyje sighed.
"No, there has to be! I can't do this, I won't!" Kieyla shouted.
This wasn't right. She was supposed to be detached from her work, not having a complete breakdown over one person.
And yet...
"Kieyla, please. Listen to them."
The masculine murmur was like a calm breeze into her raging soul. It was the voice of reason from someone, possibly the only one, who earned her trust. And her heart.
A reassuring hand was placed on her shoulder, and Kieyla turned around to look into the amber-flecked eyes she had fallen in love with not so long ago. Had it only been a year and half? It felt so much longer. To return to his planet under such circumstances was like shoving glass down her throat.
"Sanju," she whimpered softly as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
Had his touch always felt so distant? Like the gentle whisper of a ghost?
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. An embrace she had been thirsting for since the day she left now felt like poison in her veins. Kieyla nuzzled her forehead against his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of smoke that came from living near a warzone.
"You can't just leave me," she whispered into his ear. "I don't care what they say, they can't do this."
Sanju grasped her shoulders and pulled away so she could look at him. He wore a serious expression, but she could see the pain behind his eyes.
"Kieyla, I would travel across this galaxy and the next thousand if it meant staying with you..."
Then do it, damn it!
"But I can't."
Kieyla turned her head away, unable to look at him as she tried stifling her sobs. This couldn't be happening.
They warned us about relationships in Intelligence. Damn me for not listening.
"Why can't you just join my crew and stay with me? I could hide you, protect you!" Kieyla begged.
"You know why we can't do that Kieyla," Seyje interjected as she took two steps towards them. "Your work would be compromised by worrying about him all the time, and Intelligence would remove you faster than a hyperspace jump."
"And what's so wrong with that?" the agent demanded, turning to face her sister. "Maybe then I could have a chance at a normal life – away from all the lying, the blackmailing, the secrets."
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SWTOR: The Davire Legacy
Science FictionA collection of short-stories about the Davire sisters, written at varying times from 2014 to 2021. I tried to post them in a somewhat chronological order, but they were not written in that way. I had always thought I would write a full fledged sto...
