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Tyroc opens his eyes, standing and walking over, opening it and looking at who it was with cold, unfeeling eyes.

The Cathar paused. Would it be too much trouble to enter in now, or were they busy? Deciding to wait, he walks back to his room, sitting on his bed, falling into a meditative trance.

The male quietly slips out of the room, passing by multiple other Jedi. Some murmur and point, while others look at him sympathetically. He doesn't respond to any of them, his cold eyes always forward as he goes to find Plo Koon.

No doubt they checked him over while he slept. He gently strokes Brenna's hair, before gently lifting her off and sitting her properly on a chair in a way that wouldn't let gravity pull her down.

Eventually, the Cathar lays back down and closes his eyes, going back to sleep with Brenna still on top of him.

Tyroc looks at the man, closing his eyes. He wasn't trying to see into the force, he was simply trying to get his thoughts in order. If Roc didn't want him, then so be it. "I would prefer if I stayed here and continued to train, Master." He states, answering the unasked question of whether he...

"To the Sith." He states, his voice going cold "... The vision has been realised."

Tyroc nods, shifting back and making himself comfortable, absently running a hand through Brenna's hand as a means of comforting her. It was clear he was shoving his own emotions aside, blocking them out. After all... you cannot achieve peace when you have them, according to the Jedi.

They sit like that for what feels like many hours, before eventually, the Cathar runs out of tears. He forces himself to put on his mask of indifference, and in a calm voice, asks: "How long until I am able to leave the medical bay?"

Tyroc is about to question why... when he remembers. He squeezes his own eyes shut, tears running down his cheeks as he sits up, holding Brenna. It's too much. He gives a loud roar of anguish and despair, before breaking down into sobs, not even able to speak any of the questions bouncing around...

Tyroc gasped, looking at the Zabrak with tears in his eyes, clutching his throat. He couldn't... no, he couldn't let him go! The vision flashing in his eyes, he shakily gets up, letting his senses tune in with the Force "No." He thrusts both hands out. If Roc was going to use hate... then he was...

"No... no, I would never do that to you." He ignore the waves, slowly stepping forward "Please. We can talk this out. I know you're not a monster, Roc."

Tyroc's own eyes widen. 'Oh no... no no no!' He gets up, laying Brenna down and telling her to just try and relax, before leaving the room. He rushes all about the place, trying to find Roc.

'Another vision...' "Brenna. Brenna, look at me. Was the dream blurry?" He asks, looking at the human intently.

He waits until she's let out most of her tears, before slowly pulling away and making her look at him "Brenna, what happened?"

The Cathar grunts as he manages to not topple over, holding Brenna in his arms. He looks down, seeing her tears before frowning. Interrogating could wait. Without words, he leads the female back to her room, sitting her on her bed and placing himself next to her, gently stroking her hair...

The Cathar remembers and smacks his own forehead "Gah, sorry Master. I must've been too confused that night, I thought it was you speaking to me. Sorry to inconvenience you." He bows, before turning and rushing away with a blush.

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((You actually wrote that Obi-Wan said that to Tyroc XD))

"Good morning, master. You asked for me to help interrogate suspects for the bombing yesterday." He states, looking at the male.