You stalk out of the library. Jocasta Nu's eyes find your back, but she makes no move to attack or follow.

No-one crosses your path as you retrace your steps. You do not know whether to be grateful at the lack of interruption or annoyed at the lack of targets to take out your anger on. It might even draw Kenobi – no. It is Coruscant. Jocasta Nu is in the building and the entire Jedi Temple within calling range. There is no guarantee Kenobi would come.

The bustle and smell of the upper midlevels hits you like a slap to the face as you emerge from the building. You snarl and tug your robes closer to yourself, then walk down towards the place in the lower levels you've been staying. It is a dump. Kenobi will never grace it with an opportunity for your vengeance.

There will be other opportunities. You have waited eleven long years, trapped in a world of junk and trash that smelled even worse than the dump you're sleeping in. You will have your vengeance.

You will have your vengeance, you repeat to yourself as you descend down the levels until they smell and feel like Lothro Minor. You will have your vengeance. You will.

The End.