Children of a raven (D3, EN, Shai's)

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha wanted to punch him for being so stupid, but she knew it didn't change antything. Instead, she slammed the fist into the table (though it didn't really look impressive compared to the show Kristal gave earlier that evening), and looked down in silence.

"Fine. Do it your way," she said quietly after a long moment of quiet, without looking up at him.

[Sylvain Torsin]

"Look... I know you want to be a badass and everything... but screaming and slamming your fist down just really doesn't do it for me. I get what you're saying... I do. But acting like an asshole and screaming at me for how you think I'm stupid has never had the effect you're looking for, alright?" He said exasperated.

"I'm tired, and it's been a long ass day... a long ass week.. and a long ass year..."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"I'm not doing it because I want to be a badass!" She pressed the open palms of her hands on the table.

"I just... you, Kris... my father... you're the only family I have, Syl. I don't want to lose any of you... alright...?" Shaisha pressed her eyes closed, hating to admitting her weaknesses. Her fear of being alone again. "I don't know how to say the right things, ok?!"

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain stood and wrapped his arms around his sister tightly, "I'm not going off there to die on purpose Shai... If I go... it will be because it is the right thing to do, at the right time... and if I die I can be satisfied with the way I lived my life. If I can find any way to go living my life in a way I can respect.. then I will. Don't worry, dad's tenacity didn't die with him."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"... Damnit, Syl, why do you have to be all noble and..." she sniffed. Shaisha almost never cried, but this had almost pushed her to the brink.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain held Shaisha in his arms for several precious more moments.

"I'm not noble... not noble at all..." He said as his mind returned to memories of Yavin, Korriban, and his broken table in his apartment.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha hugged Syl close, for once feeling like she might actually risk losing him for good.

"Silly Syllie..." she sighed. "You try so hard to be."

[Sylvain Torsin]

"And fail so miserably when it matters most..." He says as he shakes his head.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Just... please do what you can to win, at least. Don't wanna lose you too..." her hands tightened a little in response to her frustration.

[Sylvain Torsin]

"I'll prepare everything I can." He replied.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"You should see about upgrading your defenses as well... armor, shield, improving your lightsaber. Or just pick up grenades - that worked well for me today because Sith rarely consider conventional angles of attack." She said as she let go, focusing her mind back on the issue instead so she wouldn't lose it again.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded, "I've got a bit of creds... I'll stock up tomorrow."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Right," she nodded. Syl had always been more frugal with funds than her, so she expected him to have a stack at this point. "Let me know if you need anything. Might even let you borrow my mechanic, if you need."

She sighed heavily. "... We should both get to work."

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded and took a deep breath, "Yeah... it is time to get serious I suppose."

He let go of his sister and took a step back, "Thanks for talking sis."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"You'd do the same for me," she offered a small smile, feeling she could've done more perhaps.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded, "I won't forget your support."

He paused for a moment after turning around. He turned back and asked, "And... Shai... I'm not gonna ask you to get in the middle... but if there's anything I can do to help Kris not hate the sight of me... you'll let me know?"

He chuckled a weak and depressed chuckle, "I had a conversation with her over dinner... the most normal and non-forward conversation you could imagine... and in the middle of it, without a word, stood and put a hole in my dinner table with her fist... I know if she'd give me a chance I could help heal the wounds inside of her... I think I'm the only one who could. I just need the chance..."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"..."

Shaisha was pensive before speaking again.

"We did speak about it... briefly... She said it still hurts. When she looks at you, talks to you, it hurts. Said she wasn't sure where she and you would be in the end, but she confessed that you were the only one she ever allowed to become that close to her."

She gave a small sigh. "You know how she can be. Usually not quick to anger, slow to forget, always guarded and despite her aura of Imperial confidence, she is still a young woman with a fragile ego."

[Sylvain Torsin]

He nodded, "We talked about her dealing with her new arm yesterday... It's been quite shaking for her confidence. And I was able to help her feel good about herself again... I thought we had made a bit of progress... she even hugged me. But apparently dinner and friendly conversation was too much."

He sighed, "If she'd let me close again... I'd never..."

He stopped himself, "Sorry. This isn't your problem sis. Thanks again."

He then took a couple brisk steps towards the door.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha considered saying it was her problem, because Kristal and Sylvain were in many ways her lifelines. If she didn't have them, then she had very little left to fight for that wasn't herself... and possibly her father.

Instead, she let Sylvain walk away in silence, as she found herself unable to find the right words.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He turned around one last time, "I have no idea what to do... I'm damned if I am kind, and damned if I'm assertive... And time doesn't appear to be the issue... All I want is to make her comfortable... and all I can do is make her upset. Must be something fucking wrong with me..."

He waved his hand at the door to open it with the Force, "G'night Shai. Love ya."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"I'm sorry. I don't have the answers, Syl," she smiled weakly to her brother and waved back. "Good night. Be careful out there."

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain nodded and left the room into the hallway. Getting on the elevator he closed his eyes and faced upward... trying to get his tired mind to help him figure out exactly what was wrong with Kris.... while trying to avoid the real possibility that he may never see her again.

"Damn it Syl... damn it all."

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[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha flopped herself down on the couch as Sylvain left, sighing heavily.

"Damnit..." she pitied both of them, really. Not that she was one to forgive easily herself, but at this point she felt that if Kris didn't take the leap of faith again, she would end up pushing Sylvain away for good and hurting him as well.

The three of them all made stupid mistakes. Shaisha had made hers on Korriban, Sylvain had made his on Yavin IV. Kristal was now making hers it felt like.

She resolved to have another talk with Kristal about it as soon as possible, but for now... there was something else she needed to do. Rising from her seat, she grabbed one of the plain looking trenchcoats and headed to her speeder. Now she had to at least try to save those she had responsibility for.

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