Spilling My Guts

I met with Konstanz and Kaci on (in?) Mek-Sha last night. We were at a cantina they were both familiar with and after a few drinks, I let slip the reason I haven't had a full night's sleep in the past two years or so. I tried to cover it up, but Kaci called me out on it in that blunt way she has. That girl has a nose for nerfdruk and a passion for comparing her past misdeeds with those of others. I think she smelled blood in the water.
 
I could see Konstanz trying to empathize with the guilt I felt – not only for what I’d done on Nar Shaddaa, but for causing Luto’s brother’s death, then her parents and my own family. I think I’ve told Kons where Luto is now, but I’m not sure Kaci knows. That’s another source of guilt, although I left it out of the story. Part of me – the adopting father part, I guess – wants to know whether she survived her ordeal. But the rest of me would rather not know.
 
So I’m left wondering what they think of me now that they’re aware of all the deaths I’ve caused, both directly and indirectly. And also whether telling someone else – Firebird was the only other living person I’ve confided in – will cause the nightmares to finally cease.