Star Wars - Lost Tribe of the Sith 06 - Sentinel

not a priority for them. Which meant that they, too, were sane. Cured.
    Valin had felt nothing but warmth and relief from his parents—
    From the man and woman
masquerading
as his parents.
    As he lay listening to Josat’s endless, maddening blather, Valin forced himself to remain calm. Any distress might send a signal through the Force to his captors, a signal that their deception had been detected.
    And perhaps,
perhaps
, the man and woman who wore the faces of Corran and Mirax Horn didn’t even know that they were imposters.
    What a horrible thought. Perhaps they were clones, implanted with memories that caused them to believe, in their heart of hearts, that they were the real Corran and Mirax. What would happen to them when the truth was revealed? Would they be killed by their secret masters? Were they even now implanted with strategically-placed explosives that would end their lives when they were no longer useful?
    Valin clamped down on that thought, suppressing it.
    Again Josat came near, chattering about his studies, about politics, about the best mopping techniques for apprentices assigned to clean Temple corridors.Again his lightsaber swung invitingly just within Valin’s reach.
    But, no. He and Jysella needed to know much more than they did now if they were to stage a successful escape. They needed to be rested, informed, and somewhere other than deep in the enemy-occupied Jedi Temple before they struck out on their own.
    So he looked at his sister and offered her a smile full of reassurance. That emotion, at least, was real. In all the universe, the one person he knew to be true was Jysella. He’d known it from the moment they had reached for each other in the Force. Dazed, barely conscious, dreading what they would find, they had still connected, and they knew they were not alone.
    She smiled back at him, an expression he felt more than saw.
    They had each other, and for now, that was enough.