I was quite bored the other day, and the plot bunnies were hitting me over the head with brooms. So I let them have their way, and this is what I get. Hmph. Mostly it's a reflection of how I think Carth truly reacts to Revan's identity. Anyway, it's a Carth X Revan pairing, very angsty. Most of my plots tend that way... weird.
Darth Raven
I should have seen it coming. I saw the seeds of darkness in you, but was too enamoured to realize what it meant. I should have seen it. First Saul, now you. It hurts. I feel this void within me, where you used to be. I have nothing left to live for. First Morgana, then Dustil... now you. Everything, then nothing. Did you even care at all? I fell in love, thought I'd been granted a second chance. Then this. I saw the glint in your eyes when you learned your identity. I saw your pleasure in Bastila's capture. Do I mean nothing? Did the love you proclaimed to share with me even exist? Or was it simply another manipulation by the Great and Powerful Revan?
But I see you Revan. I see you. You're not the scoundrel, or the Jedi you claimed you were. You are Revan. But you are as vunerable to me as you were naked beneath me.
The warmth of my blaster hilt sits in my palm. It's familiar, comforting. I pass you in the medbay, see you talking to Jolee. You raise your head, and call out to me. I ignore you, pass you by. I see your hand fall limply, confused. I lock the heavy cockpit door, polishing my trusty blaster. I hear you bang on the door, hear your cries. Can't you see everything you do, everything you say, it's tearing me apart?
I begin to plan. I pass sentance on you. I deem you guilty of crimes against Carth Onasi. I demand blood.
I sneak down the hall, as everyone sleeps. I open the door, see you hudled on the bunk. You raise your head, and I see your emotionless black eyes. You were my everything... I whisper. You fall to the floor, blood quietly seeping from the hole on your heart. Just like the hole you tore in mine.
The others rush in. Mission runs to your side, and places her hand on your chest. She pulls it away, the red contrsting sharply with her blue skin. She glares at me. Wordlessly, she picks up an envelope. It has my name on it, done in your elegant script.
Carth
Trembling, I take it back to the cockpit. I skim it, and as I reach the end, I can't see through my tears. The death of a savior... and the death of a murderer. You would do that... for me? What have I done? Why did I... How could I... The letter tumbles gracefully to the floor as I again raise my trusty blaster.