"It's supposed to feel that way. You drive your fear into success. Knock me off my feet."
"Like a regular fight?"
"There are no rules. We're no Jedi."
"Okay."
A bit overwhelmed, Osha tries to jab at him without thought. And he evades her and she almost trips.
"You're better than this Osha."
Osha keeps attacking and not defending herself. Without much effort, Qimir wins over and over again. "Put your anger into it, Osha."
As time goes by she grows confident and starts getting hits at him which weirdly enough makes him smirk and tilt his head all while saying, "Good, Osha. Just like that."
After two hours or so they both sit on a rock exhausted and sweaty. Osha lies on her back while Qimir rests on his elbows.
"I have crossed oceans of time to find you, Osha."
She turns her body to her side, "What?"
"I've waited for you. A very long time."
"Have we met before? I don't remember."
"No, we haven't, only in my dreams."
"What?"
Qimir looks out to the horizon, "I've seen you in dreams before. Not your face but your presence. Someone like me. Powerful but alone. An outsider in this galaxy. In religion. Someone for me and me for them. I know you Osha. I know your pain. Your feelings. I carry them and I hope as we train and get to know each other you see me the way I see you. When you first came to me at the shop I immediately recognized you."
Osha is quiet and just looks at him with big teary eyes full of emotion. She gives a small smile and nods. A similar scene to when Mae asked her what she wanted just days ago. She turns to her back again feeling his eyes fixed on her. She breathes in and out, her emotions heightened and all the living things around her. This is how it was always supposed to be. She was always supposed to feel. To not cohibit herself. To not just survive. But to live. She closes her eyes and is quiet. She hears him get up and leave, somehow annoying her a bit, that he doesn't want to be with her in silence. But just as she was telling herself to get over it she opened her eyes and he was standing over her watching her. He hands her a rolled-up cloth-like towel.
"We don't need your neck straining."
She smiles and grabs it. She puts it behind her neck and he does the same. They lay under the night sky with the sound of waves crashing. They talk about Mae. How he found her. How she lost her. How they always struggled with Jedi training. How consuming grief is. This goes on until Osha falls asleep. He takes her in with the moonlight. He raises his hand to move a hairlock framing her face. Once close to her skin, he retracts his hand.
Qimir thinks of how attached he is to her already. Just getting close to her skin turns his on fire. When he dreamt of her he didn't realize other feelings would arise but then she came into the shop pretending to be Mae. And all he wanted to do was wrap his hand around hers and run away from it all. To forget the training and forget the power of two. But after she aimed at him when the Jedi came in and between them, all he could feel was her force scent. How strong it was. How it called to him. He immediately wanted her. Needed her. And now she was here. Sleeping peacefully and confidently next to him. Willingly. Training under him. He grows confident again, moves the hairlock lock and lightly caresses her cheek to her jaw. Light enough to not wake her up. He could tell she wasn't having a nightmare. Her body and face were very different now than the past two nights. She had killed someone for the first time. He thought it'd take long for her to come to terms with that so when the revelation of the actual cause of her nightmares came out he was surprised. He thought she'd need more time to process killing who was for so long her beloved Master. Turns out she just has the same recurring nightmare of guilt for her mother's death. And he knew how awful that could feel.
