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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."

Tobias raises his eyebrows. "... well of all the Gorram luck..."

"There is no luck..." Revan starts, but trails off when Tobias glares at him again, and just grins.

Blah, blah yaddity Yah. This isn't finding Kale. Hello.

Trever gives both of them a disapproving glare. And then to Revan he asks, "If you weren't feeling well, where would have you gone?"

"These days? Home, or to my father's apartment. In the old days it was always Malachor V." He notes the twitch that Tobias makes.

Trever closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself try and dig back to how Kale was acting, how he felt, which he might have gone to. He felt far too dark than the Revan before him.

Opening his eyes, he gave his head a little shake. "I think he went to Malachor V."

"Then Malachor is where we have to go." And he needs to tell Carcer that he's going.

"If he thinks he is me, he will have picked up another lightsaber; I loathe fighting with just one. I have to go speak with Carcer; try to find out whose he took while I am gone." He's used to falling into old habits like using the commanding Dark Lord voice.

Have to go get your master's permission to go somewhere without him? =P Though Trever doesn't even remotely think about saying that. Dark Lord voice or not.

"And we're going to...?" he askes instead, indcating Tobias and himself.

It was part of a deal he made with Carcer. And he doesn't want to worry him, either.

"Figure out which of you is missing a lightsaber," he replies. "Because I am certain that Tob'ika would not leave those 'sabers of his unmodified."

"And then go to Malachor and wait for Revan to get done and meet us there," Tobias anticipates, which gets a slight nod out of the ex-Sith.

"Right... okay." He takes a breath, hand drifting to his side where his lightsaber -his father's lightsaber- still rested. He still has his, so that leaves Tobias and Revan.

He runs his hand through his hair and glances at Tobias. He has NO idea how to get Malachor.

Tobias has a pair on his hips, but there's still one - one that he built and modified himself - that he uses. He usually keeps that in a case in his room.

"Be right back," he mutters, heading for the bedroom.

Revan checks to make sure both of his 'sabers are where they're supposed to be - they are. He probably would have killed Kale if he'd taken one of his lightsabers.

He looks over to Trever and, as if to address the problem, says, "I have the coordinates in my PINpoint. It will not be a problem to get there."

"If he went to that one," Trever says morbidly. He seems to be going for worst case scenario here.

He fidgets for a moment, tugging at absent gloves, in an unconscious mimicry of his twin's nervous habit, as he waits for Tobias to get back.

From the cry of, "Of all the fracking luck!" that comes from the direction of the bedroom, it would seem that Tobias is missing a lightsaber.

He limps his way back in. "He took my short 'saber. I built that." And it's full of extra modifications, too.

"There is no luck," Revan repeats idly. "And so long as it was not Freedon Nadd's, I doubt we have to worry so much."

Then, to address Trever, he adds, "From what I have heard, it is doubtful that the Exile of your universe left Malachor V intact; most of them destroy it and leave it as just a graveyard of ships in territory normally controlled by the Sith."

Trever has no idea who Freedon Nadd is. He doesn't really care. "Okay, so he has the lightsaber... he's at Malachor V (hopefully), we can go."

Another tug. It seems Trever might be mimicking Kale who's off mimicking other people. Ah the weird joys of Force bonds.

Ancient Sith Lords FTW? :D?
Either way, neither of them will elaborate on it. Revan's tapping coordinates into his PINpoint.

Tobias puts a hand on Trever's shoulder. "How did it effect you last time?" Because really, he'd rather not have to deal with a twins that think they're a pair of Revans attacking them.

"He... was cut off from me. I couldn't find him, I couldn't see him. It was like he wasn't there. I was alone," Trever says softly.

"I can imagine it." Tobias put an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry."

Revan clears his throat as the portal comes up. "We need to knock him out as soon as possible, or else he will be in an exceeding amount of pain when I start to purge his memories."

He motions them forward. "And try to mind the storm beasts. They are... unpleasant."

This is his twin, his other half, of course he's going to worry, despite Tobias' reassurances.

Hay whut? They're going to be knocking him out? Or Kale out? Or both of them out? Trever gives Revan a nervous glance but then steps through the portal unhesitatingly.