Drastic Measures

Revan

When I returned to the crew quarters on the Hawk, I couldn't look at Carth. I made the decision then and there that it was time to end the cycle. The darkness in me was reaching out to the outside. The need to hurt terrified me, and if I was somehow influencing others, innocents like Mission could only suffer. My days of hurting innocents were over once and for all. If I had to take extreme measures to do it, then so be it.

In the middle of the night, I rose from my bunk. I leaned down, close to Carth's sleeping form, breathing in the scent of hide, blaster oil, and that which was indefinably Carth, one last time. I love you, I thought. But I won't drag you down with me.

Then I left my own ship like a thief. As I watched the Stella Arcos' hulking shadow recede in the viewport of my stolen craft, I repeated a litany over and over again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.