Crix would be the first to admit that he hadn’t, really, thought about what he was doing all the way through. Instead, he had acted on instinct as soon as he had taken in the sight of Rishe being threatened by active shooters, the hostages presumably behind her. It hadn’t been the only option when taking them down but Crix couldn’t bring himself to react with pity or regret at the current time, knowing that he had put down a threat without lethal force to save others.
For now, at least, he didn’t allow himself the luxury of second guessing himself. That would come later, when he had the luxury of time.
With the two prisoners now unarmed, Crix made sure to wave a hand, piling their weapons up in a far corner away from their reach. So that, in fact, he stood between them and their weapons. Both of them eyed their weapons before eyeing him and his still ignited lightsaber and shrinking in on themselves, thinking better of it.
“No worries.” He assured Rishe as he extinguished his lightsaber with a small grin, “Just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
Alex… looked like hell.
Crix was mature enough that he didn’t blurt out his first thought but he was reasonably certain that she could feel something of his surprise through the Force at the sight of her. He winced ever so slightly when she congratulated them before telling him to administer medical aid to the man he had removed the legs of. Grimacing ever so slightly, he clipped his lightsaber to his belt as he eyed the prisoner on the ground for a second.
Heroes second.
“Yes, Master.”
Crix reached down and physically picked the maimed prisoner up carefully before heading over to one of the medical beds. He could have used the Force but, well, this was probably one of those teachable moment things, right? Letting him face the realities of his actions or something? Felt like it might be so he grunted before laying the man down.
Honestly, losing a set of limbs in a medical facility… old as it was, there were some resources here like the beds that hadn’t been taken away at all. Reaching out with the Force, he held his hand over the nearly-shortened legs and began the slow process of knitting flesh back together. Taking the pain into himself before releasing it into the Force. Hans had taught him some healing, a bit of a specialty of the man’s actually.
Crix didn’t think he’d have to practice on victims of his own saber but he was adapting.
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