Reflection
Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own KOTOR, Carth or his angst.
Hey readers! Well this one is going to have three or four chapters depending on how much you guys like it. It's starts off with some angst, then will move to a fluffy Carth/Revan moment, then some more Carth angst. I'm still debating on putting another fluff piece when Revan comes back... So! I need your opinions. Please?
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Carth lay on the floor in their apartment on Taris. It had been a few hours since the crash, and his new team-member was still unconscious lying on the only bed. Having nothing to do, Carth rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, thinking.
He thought of Morgana, his Ana. He'd never see her again. Never hear her tinkling laugh, never see the blush rise in her round cheeks, never hold her in his arms watching her sleep, and he would never again kiss her in the rain that had frequented Telos.
It could all be drawn back to one person. Sure, it was Saul that had betrayed them to go join the Sith. But, then he had been Malak's right hand, who'd been Revan's apprentice.
Revan.
Rage bubbled up inside him. Revan was the reason Morgana, his Ana, and his son Dustil where dead.
Dustil.
His boy. His life had barely even started before Telos had been destroyed. He'd been twelve years old.
Angry tears welled up behind Cath's eyes. He'd barely known the boy, then he'd been cruelly taken from Carth's life forever. It was torture.
Pure torture.
As minuets turned to hours, Carth lay there recalling all the good and the bad times he'd shared with his wife and son.
The day they'd been married.
The day Dustil was born.
Two of his most favorite days.
All the arguments he and Morgana had had after the war had begun.
Missing out on Dustil's childhood.
Two things he regretted most.
But his worst day ever by far, was the day of Telos's destruction.
He'd felt so helpless. Seeing the carnage and ruin of his former home. The place that had harbored the two most important people in his world. Now they were forever gone from him.
As Carth's thoughts began to wander again, he realized that the unconscious woman was thrashing and mumbling incoherently in her slumber.
His hero complex kicking in, Carth composed himself and went to check on her.