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(confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine {From Amser to Kas}

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She was safe. Kas had no idea what had happened to her and that irked him more than he could express at the moment, but his focus had to be on keeping Amser stable. And he'd succeeded in that. She wasn't going to disappear, and he was well into the work of tending her wounds within a few moments. His focus so narrowed to Amser's needs, in fact, that he nearly forgot his parents in the adjacent room, whom he'd left with no answer as to the nature of the situation.

"I know it's not the best time for introductions..." he said softly, as he carefully cleaned one of her wounds with gentle fingers. "But I never told my parents about you. I...I know I should've, for their sake and yours, but I get lost in my work so easily..." He pursued his lips and reached for a bacta patch, feeling the air instantly deaden as his words hit them. So obsessive he couldn't even talk to his family was not a good look and he knew it.

"Once I finish patching you up, I'm going to have to talk to them about this," Kas continued finally. "If you want to come, you can, and I won't let my mother crowd you. If not, I'll only be in the other room."

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(promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (From Dezin to Anakin)

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"What the...what the fuck happened?" Anakin's head was swimming still from when he'd undoubtedly fallen, for he came to lying on a cold stone floor. Dezin was there, a blessed relief, but that faded away somewhat when Anakin's vision stopped blurring enough to see that one of Dezin's arms was wet with blood.

"Are you alright?!" Anakin gasped, lurching forward and up to grip Dezin's slick arm, only to feel an uncomfortable jolt in the Force, and almost fall back down again. That wasn't Dezin's blood. "Is that...where's Raven? Did you..." When a hurried glance around brought no more evidence of Raven other than a trail of blood leading back away from where he and Dezin sat, Anakin turned instead to grip his lover's shoulders.

"I know she tried to hurt you," he said in a now frantic tone. "But she won't. I promise I'll never let her hurt you, I swear it on my life, but promise me you won't try to kill her!"

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‘ you are not broken . ’ ( From Calis to Raven)

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"I couldn't protect him." Raven blinked rapidly -- it was her only way to hold back her tears while she was confined to the medbay cot like this. "I tried and all I did was make it worse. My whole life has been all about protecting him, and maybe I should just let him go his own way by now but I can't leave him to Morbus and Crix." With effort, she turned her head to look at Calis; every motion was suspect when it came to agitating the damaged parts of her back, the work of Darth Morbus of course.

"And I appreciate the sentiment," she added, forcing a small laugh. "But I am pretty broken if this is the most I can move my head."

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@acerbusfilus

Grandma Edoli often had guests. Most of those guests were not allowed to see Raven and Anakin, but Raven and Anakin most certainly saw them. They eavesdropped with practiced expertise on their dear grandmother for no reasons other than their own boredom and loneliness. Uncle Jamie and the Squad visited them, and Edoli took good, attentive care of them, but they saw no one else. Their family insisted that it wasn't safe. Though nobody ever said it plainly, the twins knew deep down that their sequestered life was a result of their mother's death.

But they made the most of it. Cookies they'd stolen from the kitchen in hand, the two little children crouched on the balcony in their usual spot; an intricately cut decorative bush that they were still just barely small enough to wedge themselves into and be completely hidden. From there, they had a clear view down into the hall where the Countess met and hosted her guests, and listen in on the conversation.

"He has the same name as me!" Anakin noted in a whisper as Edoli greeted the man and bid him sit down.

"That's funny," Raven muttered back through a mouthful of cookie. "Look at his hair!"

"I think it's nice," Anakin reproached.

"Of course you do! It looks like ours!" Raven pointed, though with limited precision. Hiding in the shrubbery together had been much easier when they were 5 or 6. Two growing 7-year-olds was starting to push the limit.

"It does..." Anakin pressed his cookie to his closed lips in thought, peering down at the man as he and the Countess continued to speak. She offered the man tea, and cookies from the same platter Raven and Anakin had stolen from. He refused.

"That's weird," Raven said, almost to herself.

"Yeah! These cookies are delicious." Anakin took another big bite of the one in his hand.

"But he's hungry," Raven continued. "I can feel he's hungry. I don't...I don't get it."

"You're right!" Anakin picked up on his sister's train of thought after only a moment, and then both of them were reaching out with the Force to probe the guest. "He doesn't feel good at all. Almost...sick."

"I thought he was sad." Raven had forgotten her cookie now. "But he also...feels...familiar. And he looks like us. I wanna know why he's here."

"So do I."

"Then I'm gonna find out." Without hesitating another moment, Raven shoved her way out of the bush, heading for the stairs down to her grandmother's meeting hall. She'd never done anything like this before, and Anakin panicked.

"Raven, wait!" he called, his voice ringing in the large room, and just like that, the eyes of their grandmother were on them with a shocked, frightened, then resigned air.

"I apologize, Anakin," she sighed, turning to her guest. "I knew this news would be tough for you to hear and I did not want to just drop it on you all at once. But clearly, my dear grandchildren have other plans despite my instructions. It cannot be helped. Come down here, both of you."

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“  shit— shit i didn’t mean to…  ” (From Dezin to Anakin. Maybe Crix fucking with him a bit and causing him to hurt Anakin cos I like pain)

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Anakin wasn't going to pretend like he knew what had just happened, because he didn't. As far as he knew, they'd been having an entirely normal conversation, and then he was suddenly on the floor, with the back of his head throbbing and his right palm slit as though he had caught it on a blade. It wouldn't surprise him if Dezin had a hidden blade somewhere on his person -- in all honesty, Anakin did to -- but he simply didn't understand why he would've drawn it in that moment.

Though his head was still swimming from apparently hitting the floor, things began to come back together in his memory as Dezin's frantic voice reached his ears. They'd been walking along, and he'd been talking, telling some now-trivial story to Dezin when the other man had apparently turned, blade in hand, and lunged as hard as he could at him. The cut on Anakin's palm was from trying and failing to catch Dezin's armed hand in a rush of adrenaline, only for it to slice along his palm instead, and for the force of the attack to throw Anakin back so hard that his head smacked the floor. Swallowing nervously and shifting to stand up, Anakin shook his head from side to side, making sure that his neck was still in order as adrenaline still pumped through him.

"I-...what was that, Dez?" he blurted out. He did honestly want to know, for her could hear just from the tone of Dezin's voice that...whatever had just happened was equally terrifying for the two men. Unfortunately, Dezin didn't get to answer, cause from down the hall there came the sound of thunderous footfalls, and, like a nebulous storm cloud, Raven rounded the corner of the hall. Despite her massive, imposing frame, she swept down on Dezin with the speed and agility of a bird of prey, seizing him by the shoulders and effortlessly slamming him back against the wall.

"I knew you were trouble from the moment Kas brought you on board!" she snarled, while at the same time, Anakin cried; "Raven, for fucks sake, stop!"

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"Like I said, stay still," Anakin insisted through clenched teeth. Hearing the other man's screams fill the air came close to breaking his professional demeanor. But then he decided to hell with being professional and knelt by the injured man's side.

"I don't know who you're trying to protect, but I know my sister found evidence of other survivors," he assured. "A few other ships were escaping the planet as our destroyer came out of hyperspace -- your friend could've been on one of those too." As he spoke, he dared to survey the man's body again. He was clearly injured by whatever disaster had taken place at the underwater base, scraped and bruised, but the one injury Anakin couldn't piece together -- nor hardly look at -- was the bottom third of his legs, which was missing in its entirety. Quickly averting his eyes from that bloody mess, he turned back to the mans face.

He looked about Anakin's own age -- perhaps a couple years younger. And he was full of distress, seeming terribly lost, afraid, worried, all things Anakin hoped could be helped once the medics arrived and more pieces of this man's story were revealed to him. Clearly, whatever had happened to him was Darth Crix's fault. Crix. Anakin hated the man -- though not as much as his sister -- even though they'd never even met. He knew enough to hate him. A Sith Lord, bent on destroying everything his parents had built, on chaining his and Raven and Kas' hands to another costly war that, even if they won, they would have to then rebuild from. Crix, who had already seemingly done his best to ruin the life of this young man and his friends.

"If Crix is still out here my sister will find him," Anakin said flatly. "I've half a mind to join her, but...I can't leave you alone in good conscience." With a gentle, cautious hand, Anakin reached out, placing his gloved palm on the man's arm. He supposed there was little else he could do to comfort him until the medics arrived, and there would still be a few minutes wait until that.

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i feel as if I’ve aged a thousand years. (For Raven. Talking with her after Abby's sudden passing? Ouch vibes)

“You don’t look any different.” Raven wanted to reassure her father as much as she could, but she was quickly realizing that she...wasn’t very good at it. Her brothers and in-laws and children all needed answers and support too in the wake of her mother’s death, but Raven just didn’t seem to be up to the task. She was up to the task of being Supreme Leader, and starting the hunt for her mother’s killer, but as she sat with her father, the void that her mother had left became even more apparent.

It was true that Kylo didn’t seem to have physically aged, but his statement spoke instead to the new weight Raven observed in his shoulders, and the pure grief in his eyes. She wanted to take away his pain but she just couldn’t - not when she herself was suffering from almost the same thing. Yet she couldn’t imagine just how alone her father probably felt now. He and Abby had been together for many more years than they’d ever been apart, and now...now she was gone for good.

“I’m going to find who did this to us,” Raven added, still trying to be reassuring, despite everything. “They won’t get away with it, I swear they won’t get away with it. But...” she reached for her father’s hand. “I think mom would tell us to just...stick together.” Abby would know what to say, better than Raven ever could. Or maybe Anakin and Kas could figure it out — Raven had grown out of being ashamed that her brothers were smarter and more charismatic than her. But none of that mattered, because none of them were here. It was just her and Kylo.

She leaned in, resting her shoulder against his like she always used to do when was a kid. Her eyes closed, and briefly, she felt his pain in the Force. Pain she wished she could take away. But if she did...Raven feared everything would be too much, and she would have no options other than swimming down.