Morgan hadn't felt like he was entirely himself for some time. He meditated more and more frequently, trying his family's methods to figure out exactly the cause, but he always found a roadblock in his thinking after a certain point. It was like some poison had crept into his being. He hated that he couldn't find and burn it away, but he still tried simply because he felt he must.
It was during one of these meditations that the Firrerreo learned of what happened.
Firrerre had burned. He'd seen it on the holonet, read reports that crossed his desk from different sources. That alone would have been enough to evoke a raging storm of emotions. It was where he'd been raised, grown up, trained, lived his life as a Drast prince. Where he'd made friends. It was the place where the Kravos line had been for a long time. Firrerre had been his. He'd felt the black parade of lost souls as the planet was bombarded by a Sith fleet. This targeted glassing of the Firrerreon people by itself left him stunned and forlornly furious. But when he learned it had been Raze who lead it?
Morgan didn't know what to think or feel about that. There'd been a barking, snarling, whining roar as iron limbs took out their fury on the furniture of Voyager, blood, torn cloth, and shards of wood on the lounge floor. What would have been a boxed lunched fell to kitchen tiles. Tears spilled from golden eyes when he finally collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, to the ground. Emotions in chaos, he didn't know or understand the exact reasons why this happened. Morgan only thought the bewildering feeling in his chest might be heartbreak, only knew he desperately needed to see Emryc even if he wasn't sure what he'd be like or what he'd say.
So this time, Morgan found him in an out of the way Sith Temple deep in the mountains. He didn't dress as a prince but in ordinary clothes. His hair was styled back and every step of preening done even when slender fingers shook, a ritual to try and steady himself. He'd forced himself to eat and meditated since he couldn't sleep. When he arrived at the door his pupils were dilated to slits, eyes surrounded by puffy redness and hands balled stiffly at his sides, hair already a little out of place.
For the first time in years it didn't quite feel like coming home and Morgan hesitated, heart hammering wildly in his chest. Numbly he input a code and stepped through the doors of a massive, soundproof meditation chamber, freezing after the first few steps as all the familiar scents struck him. It always smelled like Emryc wherever he was.
"Emryc!" he called out after the door shut behind him, feet moving against the way they felt like lead to march inside. Morgan didn't yet know what else to say.
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