First Secretary Aitas - Old Wounds
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Aitas
Jan 20, 2026, 7:55:46 PM (yesterday) Jan 20
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((Jakarn’s Yacht, docked at Amity Outpost))
Jakarn: I’ve never been good with that aspect, I’m afraid. Your little one is terribly clever, though.
Aitas: He’s clever enough to think he can figure everything out and enough of an empath to judge the intentions of others. I suspect he’ll get himself in trouble with the both of those, one day or another.
He wouldn’t lean on her opinions forever, no matter what he knew of her intentions. But, despite everything he’d learned, Aurelio was still so young.
Jakarn: He’s got a good support network and will….well, I’m confident he will turn out well. ::His smile was thin, wan; sad and resigned at the same time.:: Taelon…well, you know him about as well as I do, I think.
She set her cup down and leaned in toward Jakarn. Let her hand rest gently upon his knee.
Aitas: Well enough to worry, not well enough to be sure you can do something about it?
She’d reconnected with Taelon since his trip back in the past, certainly. But he’d grown so much on his own. Let alone with him being in Starfleet, her being busy with her own matters, the year Taelon was missing…and he was no longer as young and uncertain as he had been.
Jakarn: What can I say? He’s done well enough on his own, but there’s…oh, well, there’s just too much in the air, I suppose. I ought to have -
Aitas: Worried about him, about the weight of Azera’s grief more. As if your own wasn’t enough to bear.
Jakarn glanced away. He and Azera had managed their grief in very different ways, and yet it was still all too easy to worry that either of them would drown in it. They’d lost their world, their family, and what remained was slowly dying.
Even everything Jakarn had built since fleeing to the Federation was unlikely to outlast him. Except for Taelon.
Jakarn: I ought to have intervened. To have noticed. But I didn’t, and now the damage is done. And I’ve no idea how to even begin rebuilding what was never there. He barely speaks to me, even when I try. It’s painful for him, too, I can tell - but he’s learned to live the way he does.
Aitas: It’s a hard scar to reopen. To tear apart only to speak to someone who’s ever surrounded by others.
She knew why Jakarn did so, of course. A fraction of compensation for everything he’d lost. But that didn’t mean Taelon saw it that way. Or wanted yet another thing to push through for the conversation.
Jakarn: Response
Aitas: It took me a long time to work things out with my father, and none of what happened was his fault. I just had other matters to care for than my own scars.
She hid her frown behind a sip of tea. Nineteen years had seen her grow far distant from the child who’d been torn away from Sakon.
Jakarn: Response
Aitas: You can do better by Cyri. It’ll still hurt, but it will count for more than most anything else.
There were days where she could measure the depth of her own scars by the contrast between her childhood and Aurelio’s. His hadn’t always been easy, and yet—
Jakarn: Response
Tag/TBC
First Secretary AitasJakarn: I’ve never been good with that aspect, I’m afraid. Your little one is terribly clever, though.
Aitas: He’s clever enough to think he can figure everything out and enough of an empath to judge the intentions of others. I suspect he’ll get himself in trouble with the both of those, one day or another.
He wouldn’t lean on her opinions forever, no matter what he knew of her intentions. But, despite everything he’d learned, Aurelio was still so young.
Jakarn: He’s got a good support network and will….well, I’m confident he will turn out well. ::His smile was thin, wan; sad and resigned at the same time.:: Taelon…well, you know him about as well as I do, I think.
She set her cup down and leaned in toward Jakarn. Let her hand rest gently upon his knee.
Aitas: Well enough to worry, not well enough to be sure you can do something about it?
She’d reconnected with Taelon since his trip back in the past, certainly. But he’d grown so much on his own. Let alone with him being in Starfleet, her being busy with her own matters, the year Taelon was missing…and he was no longer as young and uncertain as he had been.
Jakarn: What can I say? He’s done well enough on his own, but there’s…oh, well, there’s just too much in the air, I suppose. I ought to have -
Aitas: Worried about him, about the weight of Azera’s grief more. As if your own wasn’t enough to bear.
Jakarn glanced away. He and Azera had managed their grief in very different ways, and yet it was still all too easy to worry that either of them would drown in it. They’d lost their world, their family, and what remained was slowly dying.
Even everything Jakarn had built since fleeing to the Federation was unlikely to outlast him. Except for Taelon.
Jakarn: I ought to have intervened. To have noticed. But I didn’t, and now the damage is done. And I’ve no idea how to even begin rebuilding what was never there. He barely speaks to me, even when I try. It’s painful for him, too, I can tell - but he’s learned to live the way he does.
Aitas: It’s a hard scar to reopen. To tear apart only to speak to someone who’s ever surrounded by others.
She knew why Jakarn did so, of course. A fraction of compensation for everything he’d lost. But that didn’t mean Taelon saw it that way. Or wanted yet another thing to push through for the conversation.
Jakarn: Response
Aitas: It took me a long time to work things out with my father, and none of what happened was his fault. I just had other matters to care for than my own scars.
She hid her frown behind a sip of tea. Nineteen years had seen her grow far distant from the child who’d been torn away from Sakon.
Jakarn: Response
Aitas: You can do better by Cyri. It’ll still hurt, but it will count for more than most anything else.
There were days where she could measure the depth of her own scars by the contrast between her childhood and Aurelio’s. His hadn’t always been easy, and yet—
Jakarn: Response
Tag/TBC
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