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"Not always. Those gloves do not protect against everything." Particularly deliberate things, or things picked up from communal furniture. "As far as I know, there is no way to 'fix' psychometry."

He figures that Tobias isn't the sort to go wandering off to other places, not with his leg like it is, and he really doesn't want to think about where Kale might go if he thinks he's Trever. "This is the first time I have visited your home, but it feels oddly like me in here," he states.

"What... No... not fix the psychometry..." Trever licked his lips for a moment, "No... the whole... not knowing who he is... that happened before."

For a second he doesn't register what Revan says and then frowns. "He's been... when alone... sounding like you sometimes."

"This has happened before? When?" Either it's important or he's just curious. One could guess the former.

"Sounding like me how?" he asks. "My accent or my speech patterns?" He cuts that list down to just places he would go then. There's an awful lot of them.

Trever's getting flustered with worry now. "He.. we... were fifteen... we were fifteen and just... had been well... I don't know what triggered it. Dad had been giving us training in the Force... just little things...and Kale just... he... I don't know...wasn't him... wasn't anyone... more like... a lot of people... and animals...we found him in the hills." He's not looking at Revan now. Perhaps he didn't want to go to Tobias because he didn't want Tobias to know about this. "Dad purged his memories somehow..."

"I dunno... both?"

"Possibly a sort of aggressive empathy brought on by use of the Force," he starts at a mutter, before noticing how Trever is acting. Revan turns and puts his hands on Trever's shoulders. "Peace. We will find him and fix this." But the idea of purging someone else's memories makes his skin crawl and drags all of his memories on the issue forward.

"He was picking up memories from my times as a Sith, then, or my time since finding the Nexus."

Trever takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Okay. Okay." He's still jittery, but appears to be calming down, or forcing himself to calm down.

"Maybe... it might be a combination of all of them though."

"Perhaps. I can only hope he stayed in the Nexus, at any rate." He had too many haunts in his galaxy to narrow it down there. He also silently hopes that Kale didn't turn into Carcer in the meantime.

"Our best bet would be to try my house and go from there." Another pause. "He will be fine, Trever; I have experience with memory issues."

"Yeah... I hope so... " Though Trever doesn't look to sure about that. Instead he still looks edgy. Maybe they should tell Tobias...

"Your house? Okay."

"Your Master should know about this, Trever," he adds, none too gently. "Frankly, he should have been told before I was; he is the healer, not I."

"I..." His lips press together as he bites out a nasty retort. Revan is helping him after all. "I'll go get him then."

He's really only helping because he thinks Tobias's life has been bad enough already; he hasn't particularly liked either of the twins since those comments about him being Carcer's bitch. "Good."

No need to upset him even further.

Even if he is Carcer's bitch. >:D

Trever turns on heel and marches into the rest of the house, calling out for Tobias.

Saying this would likely end in Trever getting shocked on the earlobe as a reprimand. And in Revan leaving, more than likely.

Which is why he didn't say it! He's not stupid. Stumping around the house, Trever looked for Tobias. "Tobias? You here?"

He can feel you stumping, Trever.

He is, in fact, there, waiting for him around the corner and leaning on his cane. "I'm supposing you can explain why I can't feel Kale? More importantly, why I'm feeling a pair of Revans?"

Well goody for him.

Trever draws up short and blows noisily out of his mouth. "Kale... isn't himself... and isn't here."

"I noticed he isn't here. What do you mean, isn't himself?"

Revan's rather adept at sneaking; it wasn't hard to follow them. He leans himself against the wall before speaking. "He means that maybe you should keep a closer eye on your padawan, Tob'ika."

"He thinks he's someone else... or a mixture of someone elses." With a sigh, Trever explained what he told Revan about what happened with Kale when they were fifteen.

"I see," he says finally, with a quiet sigh. "I wish I'd known before, but aside from trying to talk him down, I don't know what I could do to help." Because he doubts that pulling Kale out of the Force would be good for his health or for Trever's.

"Why do you think I am still here, then?" Revan rumbles. "Either I wipe his memory, or you sever his connection to the Force. And we both know how well that turned out the last time, do we not?"

Hello... what? Sever his connection to the Force? Sever his connection to him? He'd be alone?

"What? No! You can't cut him off," Trever says with a shake of his head. "We just have to find him... and..." He stumbles looking for words. "Fix him."

Tobias puts a hand on Trever's shoulder and squeezes gently. "We will." He shoots a look at Revan that clearly says 'I can't believe you just said that!'

Subject change! "Do you have any ideas where he might have gone?"

Revan shrugs at the look. "Just saying, even if you 'fix' him now, it will just happen again. And I might not be around the next time."

He nods. "We do." And a little Force-nudge for Trever. G'wan, tell him.

"..." at the Force-nudge, but does not Force-shove back. See! He knows restraint! "We think he might think he's Revan. When he was a Sith."