Who: Trever, Tycho
Where: The former Resistance headquarters
What: :(
There's blood on his face. It takes a minute to remember that there was no Imp attack, no Separtists, just -- just an explosion. Who attacked?He must have a concussion. Trever's never been one to take precautions, but he's seen enough carnage to know that moving would be
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Or rather, Anakin had heard an explosion, figured it was his younger self's fault and arrived to find said padawan headed towards the crime scene.
"What have you done now?" He hissed, holding the other Anakin by the collar of his tunic.
"Don't act like you're better than me! I know what you did!" Anakin shouted, before struggling from his grip.
"There's something wrong with that kid."
Indeed there was. :|
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That's what Trever heard when he wore only rags, and slept outside in the alleyways, watching the families on Bellassa go by. It was usually the other children who commented.
Reality wasn't setting in yet.
It was all his fault.
His eyes turned toward the voices.
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I'm watching you!
-before hurrying to Trever's side.
"Hey kid!" he said, smiling broadly but approaching slowly. "You look a little lost! I'm new here, are you new? You wanna go get some food?"
While teen Anakin talked, he had his back turned to his older self- who was now kneeling on the ground in front of Tycho's prone body.
"Well, well, well," he said, very softly.
"I expected better of a Rogue. Had this been one of my traps..." he trails off. Idly, he straighten's Tycho's limbs into a more peaceful position.
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Oh no. No no no.
The air in the room was still hazy with smoke, but she spotted both Anakins right away, the younger one talking to a dazed-looking Trever while her husband-
She choked out a sob as she slid to her knees in front of Tycho's prone body. She laid her ear against his chest and didn't hear anything. Frantically felt for a pulse: nothing.
'Tycho,' she whispered tremulously, shaking him even though the rational part of her mind knew he was, in fact, dead. 'Please.' Her voice a soft, keening plea as her shoulders slumped.
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