Wrath is a Transient Madness
{{ooc: If anyone's pups are Force Sensetive (looking at you Anakin-mun) or psychic or maybe even if they picked the Oscar winners one time, they might have noticed a brief pulse of something some time around here. It's gone now though. Nothing of interest anymore.}}
He didn't know how he got over the wall. Everything since the fight had been a blur. The most intensely clear blur of his life. But now, it was like somebody had sucked the life out of Revan. The giant bleeding wound in his left arm probably didn't help any.
So there's a trail of blood that leads up to the wall, then continues a few feet away on the other side. This trail continues up to the second floor where a panicked, somewhat dazed due to blood loss Revan is in the infirmary, bare-chested and using the t-shirt he had underneath his half unzipped jumpsuit is frantically trying to staunch the gaping wound in his arm.
He's not actually saying any words, just babbling incoherently. He's obviously lost it, at least for a short period of time.
He didn't know how he got over the wall. Everything since the fight had been a blur. The most intensely clear blur of his life. But now, it was like somebody had sucked the life out of Revan. The giant bleeding wound in his left arm probably didn't help any.
So there's a trail of blood that leads up to the wall, then continues a few feet away on the other side. This trail continues up to the second floor where a panicked, somewhat dazed due to blood loss Revan is in the infirmary, bare-chested and using the t-shirt he had underneath his half unzipped jumpsuit is frantically trying to staunch the gaping wound in his arm.
He's not actually saying any words, just babbling incoherently. He's obviously lost it, at least for a short period of time.