@kniightsiister ππππ :: βcal, we should speak.β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β πΊπ΄πππΈπΒ πΉπΎπ»ππ΄π³Β π°ππ°πΊπ΄Β ππΎΒ ππ·π΄Β ππΎππ½π³Β πΎπ΅Β πΌπ΄πππΈπ½βπΒ π
πΎπΈπ²π΄ and the instantaneous relief of tension draining from his face. Β for a moment, he stared blankly at the underside of his bunk, stunned by disjointed images cavorting through his mind, the fragmented emotions still clinging to him like smoke. not a dream. it had happened. Β a πππππππππ made real by someone he thought he could trust with his life. blood thundered in his ears.
bode had betrayed himβeveryone. Β and the mere thought propelled him straight back to tanalorr, to the face of the man heβd called brother, the furious desperation rippling in the force, the violence that cracked between them like lightning.
cal squeezed his eyes shut for all the seconds it took for the horrible ache in his hands to subside, then dragged himself upright on the cot, his fingers brushing across his swollen face, mottled with cuts and bruises. Β his mental timeline was a blurred mess: one last check on the bacta tank, a few more necessary adjustments to the wiring, greezβs eternal grumbling at the bar. then. . . nothing. he couldnβt even remember making it back to the basement, let alone throwing himself into bed.
whatever. Β it didnβt matter. merrin was now here, waiting, and cal had slept far too long. Β he shouldβve started on BD-1βs repairs hours ago. Β bodeβs punch had left its mark, damaging the droidβs chassis more than heβd care to admit.
feeling both curious and uneasy by the bout of silence, cal chanced a furtive glance and met merrinβs steady gaze. Β in that instant, every instinct in his gut screamed for him to say no, to shut down the conversation before it could veer into territory he damned well knew he couldnβt articulate.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β yet, despite the abrupt panic fluttering in his chest, he tendered a quick nod, then turned away, eyes averted.Β βyeah, okay. Β sure.β
