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[stuck_mynock]

[ OOM: Mercenaries pick the worst times to drop in.]

Atton enters the bar, apparently deep in thought, watching the floor more than he is where he's going, and promptly trips over a waitrat, crashing into a table, and sprawls out in the booth.

"Meant to do that." He calls.

Botherable.

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[jedi_exile]

Kira walks by with caffa, and eyes him. "You're so graceful."

[stuck_mynock]

"I know," Atton grumbles. "'S all that trainin' in Echani stuff."

[jedi_exile]

She stands there, craddling the mug of caffa and tilts her head. "What's up?"

[stuck_mynock]

"I ran into a table," Deadpan. "Am a bit embarassed now."

[jedi_exile]

"You're mean." She mutters. "Oh. Were you here when...Revan was..."

She sort of gestures at her face. In a mask like way.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton sits up at that for a moment.
"Yeah. I was a real good grovelling servant, too."

[jedi_exile]

"Huh." Kira nods. "Me not so much."

[stuck_mynock]

"Good for you," Atton nods. "Wish I had your backbone."

[jedi_exile]

"It wasn't really that. It was more him accusing me of being a coward. And then choking me. Can't get too loyal at moments like that." Kira shrugs, sipping at her caffa.

[stuck_mynock]

"Still. I could've easily told him that I wasn't one of his loyal captains anymore," Atton shrugs, tensely. "Once a kath hound, always a kath hound, right?"

[jedi_exile]

"Atton." She mutters. "Don't beat yourself up over it."

[stuck_mynock]

"It's not beating myself up," Derisively. "It's an accurate assessment."

[jedi_exile]

"I'm a coward, Atton, he said these things and hurt me and I didn't do a damned thing to stop it. And then he came back, as just Revan, not Darth Revan...and couldn't even look at him."

[stuck_mynock]

"Regular Revan's back, then?"

[jedi_exile]

"Yeah." Kira nods vaguely.

[stuck_mynock]

"Good. He, at least, only occasionally terrifies me."