Damasa and Firith

The vision begins in a space that some of you recognize as the Jedi Archives at the temple. Firith Mobak is sitting in a library carrel with a scroll spread out on the lectern in front of him, his gloved hands tracing a line of unfamiliar and incomprehensible glyphs. There's a knock on the door behind him, and he turns to find it already opening. Damasa Kovani walks in and closes it behind her. Both of them speak softly at first, as would be expected in a library.

Damasa: Hey, Firith. It's been a while.

Firith: "It's been a while?" It didn't have to be. You're the one who's been ignoring my messages.

Damasa: After how things went last time, I figured you weren't interested in hearing from me.

Firith: Lilikai's the one who has that problem, not me. And why would I reach out to you in the first place if I didn't actually want to talk?

Damasa: People do a lot of things they don't actually want to do.

Firith: I'm not "people," Damasa. I'm your friend. Or at least I still want to be. I know it's hard for you to believe, but when I say things like that it's not because I have some ulterior motive.

Damasa takes a few steps into the carrel and pulls out the chair that's next to Firith's. Up close, her face looks gaunt and haunted, and you can feel Firith's concern echoing in this memory.

Firith: What's wrong?

Damasa: It's getting worse.

Firith: The visions?

Damasa nods.

Damasa: Something terrible is coming, whether the Council wants to believe it or not. And I'm done trying to convince them of things they don't want to hear. They chose their own fate. But that doesn't mean I want you to share it. Or even Lilikai, when it comes down to it.

Firith: You're talking about leaving the Jedi Order.

Damasa: I'll keep my own counsel as far as what I do and don't talk about.

Firith: I won't leave it with you.

Damasa pauses. When she speaks again, her voice has the ring of prophecy about it.

Damasa: I already know you won't. You'll be with them until the bitter end. But that doesn't mean everything is lost.

Firith: What are you talking about?

Damasa locks eyes with Firith. It's hard to tell now whether what she's saying is a vision, her personal opinion, or some combination of both.

Damasa: Whatever happens - to me, to you, to the Jedi, to the galaxy - it doesn't have to be the end. There's still hope if we make there be hope. I'm not your master - I probably never should have been anybody's master - so I won't tell you what to do. Just find what matters. Make sure it survives, for the people who are going to come after us. Promise me you will.

Firith pauses for a long time, as if considering what he's heard, but finally he says:

Firith: I promise.

There's another long silence before Damasa, without another word, stands up and walks out the door. As the vision ends you are left with the impression that this was the last time Firith ever saw Damasa.