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[t65]

I had a vision. [He knows how it sounds, but it's the truth.] I saw you, holding a baby... or two, it wasn't clear. But you were strong, you just didn't know it.

[methony]

[Wrong answer.

Her expression shifts slightly, the curve of her mouth tilting a breath further downwards, her eyes growing nearly fearful.]

What about the children?

[t65]

[Luke hadn't expected that response. As ever, he sticks with honesty.] They were with you. Little redheads. Boys, I think.

[methony]

How old?

[It's close to a snarl. She doesn't care about appearance right now, or danger, or anything else. If he saw a vision of Felix and Mild-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-The-Wicked, that's the only thing that matters.]

Just babies? I thought you people saw the future.

[t65]

Visions in the Force are often unclear. They only show a possible future, not the way things will be. I could tell you were important because I could see you clearly. But...

[There weren't a lot of human children on Tatooine. 'Babies' often encompassed any child younger than seven. Luke thinks a moment.]

I think they were both old enough to walk... one was smaller. I'm sorry, that's all there was.

[methony]

[Methony sighs. What's the point of such visions, then?]

Let's imagine that you are Luke Skywalker. If I agree to go with you, just what am I agreeing to?

[That he could call up her children as well as guess the blaster's place--and drag it out of her hands--is proof of the Force in him, and he hasn't exactly appeared like the Inquisitors did. He hasn't pulled a lightsaber on her once.]

[t65]

You would have a place within the Alliance. I'd like to train you in the ways of the Force, but I won't make you do anything you don't want.

[He thinks a moment. In the softest, gentlest voice he can muster,]

Those children... they were yours, weren't they?

[methony]

And otherwise the Stormtroopers come knocking for something other than a fuck?

[There's a bitterness to her voice she doesn't bother hiding, and it doesn't help when he brings up her children. She stiffens, staring murder up at him.]

They're no business of yours.

[t65]

[Luke tries not to balk at her sudden crudity.] I can lead them on a wild goose chase. I've done it before.

[He sits down, gentle again in the face of her anger.] My father had the Force, and that's why I have it. It's also why I was taken from him. [Probably.] I wouldn't want that for anyone else. I'd try to help, if I could.

[methony]

And then you're planning to infiltrate them, and then to figure out where the other one went? [Her temper carries her away with it sometimes. She spits the words out at him, wishing she could shoot something in here.] I'm sure the Alliance want you to waste their resources on a whore's children.

[She hasn't spoken of either of them since she left Mild-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-The-Wicked with Kolkhis. It's nearly a relief to talk of them--except that once "Luke Skywalker" here leaves, they'll be fresh in her mind all over again.]

[t65]

The Alliance doesn't have a choice. I'm their only Jedi. [Luke says, voice canny with confidence.] I don't make promises lightly, Methony. I'm serious about this.

[methony]

And I should simply trust you.

[The worst part is that she'd like to, if she could. She could get anywhere from a well-trafficked Alliance planet, maybe somewhere she could keep Felix and Mild-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-The-Wicked close.]

You're definitely not an Imperial yourself, dressed like that. [Dryly. He's not far off their uniform.]

[t65]

Here is your first lesson in the Force, [Luke says, reaching out his hand, palm up. It's to illustrate a point.] Trust your instinct; it's the Force speaking through you. What feels right?