"My mother named me Alison Marie Geoffrey, though I go by Ali - she'd just use my full name when I was in trouble, which honestly was a lot. She always said I looked like her but I had your personality. I got that lecture everytime I got into trouble - even if it was me defending myself." I whispered softly, looking over at him a moment before looking back toward the window, sighing softly.
I was still in a bit of shock, though I'd grown used to things constantly changing since the separatists had taken over my home world. "Why'd she leave? Why couldn't she just have stayed?" I asked softly, having asked her multiple times why she hadn't stayed and let him be there for me, maybe then she'd still be alive. I bit my lip, noticing the scar on my forearm starting at my wrist and running up to the nook of my elbow.
I was so alone, so distraught at the loss of my mother and the absence of my father that I just wanted out. I didn't want to be alone, I'd been so terrified. I'd been so close to bleeding out since the cut had been placed so close to my artery but somehow someone had found me and bandaged me up, saying that wasn't what my mother would have wanted.
And I knew so badly they were right and now more than ever I regretted making that cut, trying to end all the pain and suffering. Now the scar just served as a reminder of how low I'd once been and maybe, just maybe my life had a purpose. And I was hoping it to be true, hoping maybe this new start with my father was all I needed.
I looked down, feeling his hand over my own - it was comforting. "Every night, she'd say one day you'd find us, she said she could feel it in the force. And I never felt anything until this morning, there was just something telling me to go west." I whispered softly, looking over at my father a moment before glancing to the window. I was getting a fresh start I knee my mother always wanted me to have.
I looked over at the droid, shaking my head. "No, but thank you." I said softly, holding an almost sweet tone in my voice. I wasn't prepared to let everyone think I could defend myself - at least not yet. I bit my lip and sighed softly, still just having the urge to hug my father - I'd had the urge since he said I'd had my mothers eyes.
It'd just been something I wanted to do since I was a child, to hold onto him and not let go - afraid he would leave like my mother had.