Conversations with dead people

[imthepilot]

The bar is too busy tonight. There's too much going on. Too much noise, too many people messing about. And those doll things - Bodhi shudders.

Instead he takes Galen's hand draws him towards the outside door. It's a clear night and cool without being cold. A light jacket and Galen's hand in his is enough to keep him warm.

"I never knew moonlight on water could be so... beautiful."

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[galen_erso]

"Hullo?!" Galen calls out, turning around.

He isn't physically brave, but if anything threatens Bodhi, it's quite another story.

[imthepilot]

There's no answer, just the ring of Galen's voice in the trees. Like an ever so slight echo.

Bodhi blinks and shakes his head. "Maybe I was imagining it." And yet the back of his neck still itched. "Show me this pool you were talking about?"

[galen_erso]

"Or whoever it is doesn't want to show themselves," Galen says, not entirely reassuring.

He turns towards a small path between the trees.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi isn't either and walks a little faster, looking for a clear place to look back from.

[galen_erso]

Something rustles in the undergrowth beside them.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi moves to put Galen protectively behind him. "Maybe we should go back."

[galen_erso]

"It's just the wood," Galen says. "Free animals live here."

[imthepilot]

"I guess." Bodhi doesn't seem soothes by the idea. He takes Galen's arms and keeps walking. "I guess I'm not use to that either."

[galen_erso]

"Like the black and red ones that spit fire?" Galen asks, walking along.

[imthepilot]

"Demon bunnies. Yeah, I've heard of them."

They come out into another turn in the path. "Is that the clearing Teja was talking about?"

[galen_erso]

"I think it must be," Galen says. "Look, that is the pond!"

[imthepilot]

The view of the pond does makes him smile. Large pink flowers float on the surface, reflecting the moonlight. There's a flat rock to one side of the pool, the perfect as a bench to sit. "Teja was right. It's beautiful here."

[galen_erso]

"So lovely, and calm," Galen says. "That's the great advantage of forests. They're good for the soul."

[imthepilot]

"I'd imagine it would be ever better in daylight." Bodhi mutters, still unsure that there isn't anything following them.

He tries to put it out if his mind by sitting down on the rock with Galen. He wraps an arm around Galen, holding him close. "This might be a nice place, to have the wedding?"

[galen_erso]

Galen pulls him close.

"I'd like that. Making my vows to you here."

There is a rustle in the trees nearby.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi tense and tightens his arm around Galen. "Who's there?"

[galen_erso]

There seems to be a figure moving between the trees, a pale human, with flashes of red.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi was on his feet, half in front of Galen, covering him. "Who's these? Why are you following us?" His voice has an edge of durosteel.

[galen_erso]

It comes closer, and is a woman.

Galen gives an audible gasp, jumping to his feet as well.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi looks from Galen to the woman and back. The name already forming in his lips. "Lyra."

A whirlwind of emotions rip through him and he fights not to show them. Anger, regret, protectiveness, guilt.

[galen_erso]

"Who are you, and what are you doing with my husband?" she asks.

Pause. She turns her head.

"Galen?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi doesn't answer, not trusting his own voice. He steps back and to the side, so he's no-longer between Galen and the woman he now knows for sure is Lyra.

"Answer me." Lyra's eyes follow him.

[galen_erso]

"This is Bodhi," Galen says. "I love him. You are dead; Krennic had you shot."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi freezes, not expecting Galen to be that direct. But he knows Lyra best.

She blinks, taking all that in, looking Bodhi up and down. Her eyes are piercing and Bodhi has to fight not to flinch.

She turns back to Galen. "Where is Jyn?"

[galen_erso]

"Dead as well," Galen says. "She died at the Imperial archives on Scarif, undoing what Krennic had forced me to do."

"His beloved super-weapon?" Lyra says, scathingly. "Oh, Galen!"