"It's not about dwelling on the past. I still feel like I'm supposed to care more. Like I don't care enough."

Mara crossed her arms, gaze shifting down to the ground. It was hard to explain to someone that was so connected to all living things. He revelled in the connections that she had brutally cut off. Even with him, she was cautious to build more. Tentative touches where the Jedi were so comfortable to connect with each other. She consciously eased some of the tight control she held over herself, letting him see her unease, confusion, feeling of being adrift.