[ His thoughts darken, the question brushing his walls and causing them to flare out, defensive. He doesn't know how many people outside of their brood know which person was likely the catalyst for the violence on Avera. ]
(Bounty hunters.) [ He deliberates, quietly, then continues: ] (Ilde was cornered. Killed one of her attackers. Ren murdered a merchant's guards.)
[ The latter part of that comes with images, an involuntary spasm. A rainy planet, a burning red blade in Ren's hand, cutting down lizard-like men. Disgust and nausea - he pulls it back into himself. ]
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( Bounty hunters. ) [ He deliberates, quietly, then continues: ] ( Ilde was cornered. Killed one of her attackers. Ren murdered a merchant's guards. )
[ The latter part of that comes with images, an involuntary spasm. A rainy planet, a burning red blade in Ren's hand, cutting down lizard-like men. Disgust and nausea - he pulls it back into himself. ]
( It was our fault. )