Duncan had stayed out of everyone’s way since they had left the Vengeance. It wasn’t so much that he was being anti-social, but whenever this time of year arrived he always needed time to reflect and remember. He had his flute with him as he sat cross-legged in the third cargo hold behind some boxes and played a very soft tune (it’s something somber, but it’s low enough that some might not hear it unless they were really trying to). On the floor in front of him was the small holo-device with the image of the one he was playing for. He didn’t see the blue image, instead he saw the flesh and blood human female with auburn hair that he had known.
He and Kira had met back when he first arrived on Coruscant, they were part of the same class. She was a headstrong and confident even as a Padawan, with a strong sense of loyalty towards her friends and allies. Behind this confident front, she hid fear and a near-desperate desire to prove herself. She was also mildly claustrophobic, and she masked her fear behind a quick tongue and sharp wit.
She had been the love of his life, it was as if they were two halves of the same soul and he missed her deeply. Even though he knew that he shouldn’t. His training said that he shouldn’t miss her, shouldn’t morn her. Death was a natural part of life. He should be rejoicing for her that she was now part of the Force. Which is why he always did this, played the song she loved so much even though he couldn’t stand it. Or at least that’s what he tried to make himself believe.
(Open if anyone wants in).