"I know I am asking a lot Carth, but you know how high the stakes are. Do not give up on her. Try not to let your hate overshadow your love."
Carth's mind raced wildly. What? What the hell did she mean? All I have been feeling was love, and all the pain that came with it!
"Carth you have to talk about it with her, you have to be strong for her when she cannot be strong for herself. Do not hate her for being the former Dark Lord. Understand and accept how it will shape her future. And then convey that to her. Carth! I must go! Take care of Revan. Don't let yourself be consumed by hate, I hear it in your voice. I will be in touch."
He didn't even realize that the communication had been ended by Juhani, at least not until he finally looked up and saw … absolutely nothing in front of him. Nothing, an emptiness where once a holovid had appeared. Nothing, where once a future had been. No longer did he see himself with Revan, or even with Aaron and Ariana. He just saw nothing.
Nothing as long as I act like this! You finally have a chance to do something Onasi, are you just going to just sit by and let it happen or are you going to do something about it?
Okay Revan, we'll make this work, I'll make this work, as long as I know you still love me. I'll swallow my pride, and dammit, you won't fall.
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Revan was sitting on a chair facing Treg, as he relaxed on a lower, oversized stuffed seat. It was the most comfortable one in the room, on the entire ship in fact, and was large enough to hold more than one person, if they didn't mind being close. Indeed, it had been one that Revan envisioned sharing with Carth when she first saw it. But now it looked simple, like just another seat, holding the body of someone that wasn't who she had pictured. She preferred that Treg was sitting there, instead of her, so she wouldn't have to remember the person she had imagined sharing it with.
Treg looked comfortable, almost sleepy as he looked up at Revan through half closed eyes. Their lesson had been abandoned after she had shared the most intimate moments of her life with him. He had not judged her, instead he had left, only to return with a bottle of, what he called, a slight grin on his face, "The best cure for our hopeless lives." And indeed it was, after just a few drinks they had both forgotten the melancholy mood that had resulted from their disclosures.
It was hard to remember now, but somewhere around their fourth drink, they had abandoned the training room in lieu of a more comfortable setting. There weren't many choices on the ship, aside from the bunks, and they had settled into the common room without much thought.
"So, you think Sargac can help us?" Revan asked, not wanting a complicated answer.
"I dunno, prolly." His voice displaying the effect of his numerous drinks. "He's the best I ever knew. Gave me back my life after all. If anyone can help, it's him."
His slitted eyes opened wide, "A toast" bringing his half filled glass into the air, "to us, for managing to carry on, despite the odds."
She smiled, raising her glass to meet his, "And to great booze to wash it all away!"
They both laughed as they brought the drinks to their lips.
Treg took a long swallow, "Ya know, I'm a bit jealous." He moved to grab the bottle on the table, pouring it into his glass before raising it towards Revan, who obliged, bringing hers to meet the bottle as he poured. "I lost my memories and got to fly around as a half baked smuggler, you lost yours and got to fly around saving the galaxy. Sumthin's wrong there. I was ripped off!"
He brought his glass up in toast, "To Revan, the Dark Lord, double cross, gone wrong thingy."
Their glasses clanked together, a huge smile escaping Revan's lips, "Ya know, you're pretty funny."
"And you're pretty … " He reached out, pointing at her, growing silent as he leaned back into his chair – his eyes moved down before bringing them up to meet hers. He finished with a half cocked smile, "pretty."
An electric current seemed to move across the room, connecting the two people to one another as it left its charge. Revan took a huge swallow from her glass, taking in the appearance of Treg.
He was so different from Carth. His dusky blonde hair was stick straight, parted in the middle, and fell in a disheveled manner around his head before it grew shorter as it grew closer to his ears. More than a few careless strands cascaded down his brow. When he brushed them away they fell into a nice feathered look with the rest of his hair but eventually fell back down carelessly. His eyes were a deep blue, so blue sometimes that it startled her, holding such meaning. They were soft, and telling, and invited you into them. Just one earnest glance and one was left with a desire to explore them more. The way they were set low in his face, behind his prominent cheekbones, gave them such depth. Although his nose was probably the more memorable feature. It was elegant, it spoke of regality, appearing almost chiseled out of his face. It gave him a distinct, regal appearance that helped to draw one down to the thin lips below. Lips that rested nicely on the defined chin underneath. When he clenched his jaw in determination the strength of his jawline left one in awe. He was truly a man of nobility, but as Revan had come to know, he was so much more…
Flaming, hot fire ran ramped through his stomach until it burned its way up into his chest. It left his stomach with a charred, sickening feeling as he witnessed the intimacy of the moment. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Carth bellowed. "We have an assignment to carry out tomorrow and you both are sitting around getting drunk!"