Moments before…
Ren lay down with the stillness of someone who has had a long day in the truest sense of the word, and whose body is at peace with it.
He touched his lips for a moment.
Then he thought of Liora.
Of the promise he had made to her first. Of the time that had passed since that promise, and of the things that had happened in that time, and of how all those things had shifted the landscape in ways that the promise of the past hadn't been able to anticipate.
He mentally cursed the past version of himself who had made the promise and left him with problems now.
Affectionately, because it was him, but with the specific frustration of someone inheriting a problem that another Ren had created with the best of intentions and without enough information.
But…
Tomorrow, he decided. Tomorrow I'll think about it and decide what to do.
He apologized briefly to the future Ren who would have to deal with it.
He closed his eyes.
The other side of the bed shifted.
