Between the Light and Dark Side

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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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

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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."

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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.

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

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

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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?"

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Well goody for him.

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

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

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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?"

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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"..." 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."

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

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

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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?"

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"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.

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