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Trever leads Revan back to the house, nervous and twitchy. He hasn't told Tobias about Kale being missing, though he supposes that the Jedi knows. He pushes into the house and goes into the room the two have them commandeered for their workshop.

"There. He was there."

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"You bastard!" Tobias shouts futilely at the door as he carefully gets to his feet - or foot, rather; his bad leg really can't support him right now.

He limps his way to in front of Kale, carefully sliding his hand down the other man's arm to hold his palm out, and trace letters with his own fingers. I-M-S-O-R-R-Y.

"Sorry?" he stammers out. His head turns around trying to find away out, trying to find the person. Kale makes a run for the door. He's not going to stick around to see what sorry is all about.

Revan likely had the foresight to change the code to unlock the door, unfortunately.

"I hope you don't turn out like I did. I hope your Sith don't try to use you," he says, even if Kale can't hear him. Tobias follows, and takes hold of Kale's upper arm long enough to brush a kiss on his cheek. "I hope someday you'll forgive me." He lets out a breath, and with it comes agony and the sensation of hundreds of thousands dying - not a short and sudden feeling like Alderaan, but long and drawn-out - and with all of that is hate and rage, terror and fear. The sounds of screams from thousands of throats and from hundreds of species slams in like a tidal wave.
Seeing the last battle of the Mandalorian Wars through the eyes of the Exile, it's plain to see how comforting the silence that comes after severing yourself completely from the Force can be.

Kale crumbles, clinging to Tobias like a life line as he tries to get away from the screaming rage and terror flooding through his mind. Trying to find himself a safe way out. He doesn't scream, he just pulls himself inward with a whimpering.

Outside, however, Trever breaks free from Revan and goes running back, screaming his twin's name.

Revan is a good deal faster than the twin's mentor and bounds after Trever, grabbing his arm in a grip like a vice. "Go in there and it will swallow you too," he growls, "and that kind of pain is not something everyone can survive."

Tobias holds onto Kale, nestling his head against his shoulder and murmuring apologies in every language he knows. He's never done this before to others; Kreia did it, but he could feel the effects of it on the three gathered masters - on his old master Kavar. Which is probably why he's also praying in every language he knows.

"But he needs me!" Trever shrieks, clawing at the grip. He's been reduced to a state of utter blind panic, unable to think except for his desire and need to get to Kale. "He's hurt! He's hurt! He needs me!"

He then falls to his knees, curling up, muttering over and over and over again, "Don't leave me, please don't leave me."

Kale, clinging to Tobias mutters the same thing, at the same time, in the same voice. Though neither Revan or Tobias would know that.

"If you go in there, both of you will be hurt, and then what, huh?" Revan lets go to let Trever go to the floor, wearily shielding both of them, though he can dimmly feel the echo thrumming through the gaping hole that had been his bond with Tobias long ago.

"Finish it," he mumbles under his breath, gazing at the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wish I didn't have to, I wish I didn't do it, I'm sorry."

The pain and the feeling ebbs out, a wave petering out on the shore, and Tobias feels it receed to the same echo and stillness he's lived with for years.

Obviously, then the question would be why did he do it?

But that's neither here nor there. Kale grips Tobias so hard, the Jedi Master is going to have bruises. He shudders deeply and then his grip weakens and he sags completely, going exceptionally still.

Not dead.

His breathing is shallow though.

On the other side of the door, Trever does the same.

Revan checks Trever's breathing before picking him up and going back over to the door and opening it. "Time to take them home, Tobias. Get up." Somehow he manages to look and sound like the commander of the Republic army... or the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Tobias glares at him, but slowly rises to his feet, holding Kale as best he can. "This is your fault," he growls, "just take us back to the Nexus; I'll care for them."

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