"Gimme a break Onasi. I've never let my personal … time, interfere with my 'mission' before, I'm not about to start now." Rising on wobbly feet Revan continued, "I have to use the 'fresher."
The anger that was radiating off of Carth as he waited for Revan to exit left the air thick and hard to breath. His brow was crossed so deeply that his voice didn't need to convey his meaning. He turned on Treg, trying to shock the man that had just crossed some unforgivable boundary, "She has two kids you know."
Treg's amused look didn't change, but his tone was serious, "Yeah, I know." He brought his glass to his lips.
"I'm their father." He countered, strength and determination in his voice.
"Might" Treg's hand pointed wildly, finger raised, "might be, there's always Malak." His hand returned to his drink now sitting on the table, ready to bring it to his lips.
In one swift movement Carth smacked the glass, now in mid-air, from Treg's hand, sending it crashing into the wall. "Do not ever mention that name again. Or think that you know more about Revan, more about what is happening, than I do! She doesn't even …" he stopped. I don't have to explain anything to you!
The intimidation that Carth had tried to exude seemed to have lost its path as Treg simply smirked, "There's something you haven't told her, isn't there?" He shook his head, "Why would you do that to her?" He looked up at Carth, amused, "She talks, acts, as if she has done something so wrong – but all in all, despite everything, deep down, she's still the same person, if you'd ever stop and look. Way I see it, you're the one who has a problem, not her." Treg leaned back in the chair, with no care about how Carth would react to what he said. "So, why haven't you told her what you know?"
Carth stiffened, clenching his hand, ready to land a satisfying blow to the side of Treg's jaw, "Stay out of this!" He took a few steps towards him, challenging him to stand up so he could land the punch that was begging for release.
"Ut oh, I'm interrupting something." Revan commented as she walked back into the room. "From the icy chill in the air, I arrived just in time. Carth, sit, have a drink, relax." She grabbed the bottle, looking around for Treg's glass, her eyes rose.
"I uh, need a new one, tried to grab it too quickly – smash, crash, oops." Pointing towards Carth, "I'll get one for Onasi too," he rose, moving to the galley to grab what would suffice as a cup. My mother would not be pleased to learn that one of the family heirlooms was just smashed by you Onasi. You're lucky I respect Revan.