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With the village finally evacuated, they all had a chance to catch their breath and patch their wounds. Arla had stripped off her outer shirt and now wore only a tank top that allowed her easier access to patch up her own injuries. First and second degree burns extended up her left arm, shoulder, and side of her neck and an ice-crystal like pattern scarred her right shoulder. These were all now covered in bacta patches and would continue to receive attention in the future, but those were only superficial.
What Arla's mind had been on was what had been said by her brother. They didn't see eye to eye on... well, probably anything, and if he knew all that she'd done in the past he'd probably have tried to kill her. Or perhaps not, he was a Jedi, and Arla was beginning to think she had no real idea of what that meant.
He'd said she was Raze, and she wasn't sure he was wrong. She also wasn't sure whether that was a comment that she should take as a compliment or insult. She strived to be the most dangerous person in the galaxy, and that was what he was. She also knew that he was reviled within the family, and therefore she could extrapolate that Ezra reviled her. Logical, correct?
She was certain she was missing subtlety and nuance here, and that frustrated her as well. She had no idea what she would experience when she met up with Ezra again, but she wasn't expecting anything pleasant.
And yet, he was her brother. Whether they got along or even liked each other was irrelevant to the fact that she would have shifted the galaxy to protect him. It was an odd thing to her and one she neither stated aloud or was fully convinced he knew.
Ultimately, she headed through the medical center in search of him.
You are intact? she asked when she finally found him. More than anything else, she wanted to ensure that any injuries he may have sustained were not permanent. From what she had seen, he faired relatively well despite the apparent hate-rage of the Zabrak. Strange.
What Arla's mind had been on was what had been said by her brother. They didn't see eye to eye on... well, probably anything, and if he knew all that she'd done in the past he'd probably have tried to kill her. Or perhaps not, he was a Jedi, and Arla was beginning to think she had no real idea of what that meant.
He'd said she was Raze, and she wasn't sure he was wrong. She also wasn't sure whether that was a comment that she should take as a compliment or insult. She strived to be the most dangerous person in the galaxy, and that was what he was. She also knew that he was reviled within the family, and therefore she could extrapolate that Ezra reviled her. Logical, correct?
She was certain she was missing subtlety and nuance here, and that frustrated her as well. She had no idea what she would experience when she met up with Ezra again, but she wasn't expecting anything pleasant.
And yet, he was her brother. Whether they got along or even liked each other was irrelevant to the fact that she would have shifted the galaxy to protect him. It was an odd thing to her and one she neither stated aloud or was fully convinced he knew.
Ultimately, she headed through the medical center in search of him.
You are intact? she asked when she finally found him. More than anything else, she wanted to ensure that any injuries he may have sustained were not permanent. From what she had seen, he faired relatively well despite the apparent hate-rage of the Zabrak. Strange.
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