"Nothing I couldn't handle," she answers honestly. Which is mostly true. She feels physically okay and most of the bruises that no one can see have faded. "It wasn't really him."
"A cycle ago Scorpius put a chip in John's brain. It took over," she says, almost too easily. And avoiding the 'nothing she couldn't handle' bit. "He's apparently aware of his actions, but was unable to stop them, and couldn't fight Scorpius off."
She nods. "When it first happened, we took some measures to get it under control," she says carefully, not wanting to share Isabel's involvement if that was a bad thing. "The last few months it started getting bad again, but he had as many good days as he did bad. I don't know if Scorpius did something to him last weekend, or..."
"I don't think he was purposely intending to hurt anyone," she says. "For instance, he wanted to get to my Prowler and I wouldn't have let him, even if he was himself. I was in the way." It's not the entire truth. He didn't have to knock her out. And she's still not sure whether there's any real damage to her Prowler.
She doesn't want to get angry. She's been that way all week and it's been much easier to stay shut down and not let anything bother her. "Don't tell me what to think or what I'm supposedly trying to do. Mind-reader or not, trust me when I say you have no idea what is going on inside my head right now."
She can't even sort it out yet, and it won't be pretty when she does.
Anakin made a visible effort to remove his head from his ass to get a grip.
He clenched his hands together and blew out a long breath. "John had a chip in his head. The precautions you took to stop its effectiveness wore off, leading to violence and him--or whoever was controlling him--trying to take your ship."
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"Tell me he didn't hurt you, too, and we'll work our way from there."
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"Explain that," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and looming.
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"He had a chip in his brain?" he repeated.
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She can't even sort it out yet, and it won't be pretty when she does.
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He clenched his hands together and blew out a long breath. "John had a chip in his head. The precautions you took to stop its effectiveness wore off, leading to violence and him--or whoever was controlling him--trying to take your ship."
His eyes locked on hers. "What happened next?"
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