Tower of Time: Long Ago and Far Away

The Road to Rediscovery
Part 16 - Remembering the Lost

Ev breathed in deeply, letting the crisp mountain air of Corellia refresh her. It had been far too long since she had last left the congestion of Coruscant.

“Ev, I don't get why we have to keep doing this,” Dustil whined, trudging behind her. He pulled his cloak closer around his shoulders to keep out the morning chill. “It's been so long since any of these people died.”

“But when your loved one dies,” Ev countered gently, “It never seems distant. The pain hangs with you longer than you would want to admit. Think about your mother or Selene.”

“Oh,” Dustil responded and fell silent. Dustil would not admit that he still grieved, but Ev knew it was there, just as Carth would always grieve for Morgan. Death was not something you could undo.

Ev looked down at the tourist map she had downloaded to her datapad at the Bela Vistal spaceport when they arrived and recalled the address she was headed for. “Sarvode Enclave, Pinnacle Row, number 324,” she murmured, punching in the address. The GPS quickly drew out a route for her. “Come on, this way Dustil,” she urged.

He made a groan of protest as she picked up the pace and turned off the pleasant cafe-lined main street.

“Dustil,” Ev reminded him patiently, “You don't have to come along with me if you don't want to. You could go back to the nice, warm ship and finish your nap.”

“No,” he shook his head firmly, “If you're doing this because you think it's important, I'm coming along, because you're my master.”

Ev chuckled. “You're learning,” she said, “Even despite yourself, you're learning.”

“Hey,” Dustil grumbled, but he was still smiling at her.

They turned onto a broader road and continued southward. Speeders cruised by down the street. Up ahead, just as the dotted line on her map indicated, was a large arching gateway into a walled community with a large sign in gold letters saying 'Sarvode Enclave.' At a signaled cross walk, they crossed to the other side of the street and entered into the compound.

Long rows of nearly identical, neat, two-story houses lined gridded streets. Short pathways cut through green, manicured lawns. Some of the home owners cultivated flowers in their tiny plot of land while others did not.

Ev and Dustil followed the map directions into the enclave to Pinnacle Row and along it to the house numbered 324. Staring at the gray front door from the street, Ev said, “Here it is.” She took a deep breath then started up the front walk. Ev never knew what to expect from these visits; anger, confusion, grief, relief, or some of all of those together. No matter the outcome, she had to do this.

Dustil at her heels, Ev arrived at the front step and pressed the chime. There were footsteps inside and an upright-looking woman opened the door. Middle age had treated her moderately well, though her dark blond hair seemed to be salon dyed to hide her natural gray. “Hello,” she said, looking them over, “Can I help you, master Jedi?”

“Are you Mrs. Inox?” Ev asked politely.

“Yes,” she nodded with uncertainty.

“This will seem very much out of the blue, but I am here to say that I am sorry for the passing of your sons,” Ev started. It was much the same as she had said when visiting families on Coruscant in her spare time.

“What? My sons?” Mrs. Inox asked. There was masked pain in her voice.

“I am sorry that, with great futures ahead of them, their lives were cut short,” Ev continued, “Abel at the battle of Foerost, and Cainos throwing in his lot with the Sith. I am sorry from the very bottom of my heart.”

“Thank you,” Mrs. Inox stammered. There were tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. “But why?”

“Because someone needs to say it,” Ev answered, “And it might as well be me.”

“Who are you?” Mrs. Inox asked, mystified.

“My name is Revan Roan'evrue Pell,” Ev replied. There were few times when she would admit to the name the Jedi Council had given her. This was one of them.

“You're the one who killed Malak,” Mrs. Inox realized.

Ev bowed her head. “And, before I was redeemed, my war killed your sons. Mrs. Inox, I truly am sorry for your loss.”

The tears at the corners of the woman's eyes escaped and slid down her face. She sniffed and dabbed them away with her shirt sleeve. “Thank you,” she said, “Revan.”

“I wish you all the best, Mrs. Inox,” Ev finished.

“Thank you,” she said again, and backed up, holding the edge of the door in her hand.

Ev made a full bow and Dustil hastily followed her lead. Without another word, she turned and left. As they walked up the footpath, Ev heard the lonely mother let out a quiet sob and gently shut the door behind them.

“I wish I could say that time will ease the pain,” Ev said quietly to herself.

Walking down the street towards the main road again, Dustil observed, “This really is doing you some good, isn't it, Ev?”

Ev nodded, “And, more than that, I hope it's doing some good for them.”

“You're a lot calmer now, after all these visits, than you were last week,” Dustil added.

“I think I am beginning to understand what I must do,” Ev replied, but she did not elaborate.

“So where to now?” Dustil asked.

“I am pretty certain that there is at least one more mother of a war-broken household in Bela Vistal,” Ev replied, “Let's go pay her a visit too.”

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