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Breia's home was just a short speeder ride from the Mos Espa space port. It sat in the desert not too far from the city, facing both Beggar's Canyon and the Northern Dune Sea to the Northeast. The homestead itself was a modest adobe style dwelling which sat on the backdrop of a seemingly endless desert. There was nothing else for miles, the only evidence of civilization in site was the shimmering, mirage like visage of Mos Espa in the distance. 

From the moment they set foot on the desert world, Joren would have liked to have been anywhere but there. It was much to hot for his liking, and he much preferred the permacrete streets of the city to the dusty, sandy roadways of of this backwater world.

However, as he stood outside of Breia's home as the twin suns set on the desert, and the various purples, blues, oranges, and reds washed across the sands of Tatooine creating a kaleidoscope of colors in the moments before darkness fell, Joren was able to appreciate the raw beauty that could be found on the barren world. 

He took his eyes away from the setting suns and looked to his left to Kelsa, who seemed to be transfixed on the dual sunset, however, her thoughts were not on the splendor of the natural spectacle before them, her thoughts dwelled in darkness, in loss. Joren knew that her thoughts were on her father, who's death she had yet to be able to mourn. Joren wanted more than anything to say something, he felt that he needed to say something. However, he did not know what it was that he could say to help her. He couldn't take away her pain, he knew that. He also knew what it was like to lose a parent. In fact, he had lost both of his. His father when he was a child, and then a number of years later his mother had disappeared while tracking a bounty out near Ord Mantell. It was that loss which gave him the understanding that there was absolutely nothing that he could say to make things right. That right now, in this moment, there were no words that he could offer that would lessen the weight of the loss that she was feeling. So instead, he put his arm over her shoulder and pulled her in closer to him, and said nothing. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Kelsa looked up at him. Her expression was pained, like she wanted nothing more than to unleash her emotions and yell, and scream, and cry. Though, she was afraid. She was afraid that if she started, she would never be able to stop. Her father had been her whole world. He had always done his best to be sure that she had the things that he hadn't had growing up. He had loved her dearly, and doted on her all of her life. 

And now he was gone. And she never got the chance to say goodbye. 

“Do you know the last thing I ever said to him?-” She asked, finally breaking the silence. “-I told him I hated him. I wanted a new custom speeder, and said he wouldn't get it for me. We got into a fight, and the last thing I ever told my father was that I hated him.” She said as she began sobbing. 

“Hey, that doesn't matter kiddo.” He said, shushing her as he tightened his hold on her. “Your dad knew exactly how you felt about him. He knew how much you loved him, and he loved you. He might not have always told you, but he sure as hell showed you. Everything he did was for you. Don't ever forget that.” Joren told her. 

“Joren, I told him I hated him. By the stars, I was so stupid. I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take it all back.” She said with tears streaming down her face. 

“We all have things that we wish we could do over. But that's just not how life works. Don't let one little fight define how you remember your father. He was a good man who always did right by you. You were his world, his everything. He knew how much you loved him, that's what's important.” Joren told her as the twin suns seemingly dipped down below the dunes of the distant desert. 

Looking to the ground, Kelsa leaned against him as she put her arm around his waist. Looking at the ground, she gave a slight nod and they slowly began walking, arms linked, back to Breia's home. As the list light of day faded into night, Joren paused for a moment, looking back out over the vast desert, once again getting the distinct feeling that somewhere close by, someone is watching.