[ he starts to respond, but then ezra mentions malachor and revan goes white-faced. there's a silent moment, two, fingers tightening around one another, knuckles strained, nails digging into his hands.
finally, he takes a breath in through his nose. ]
I know Malachor. I.. [ he unfolds his hands, pressing the palms together, fingertips against his mouth. ] It's my fault it was.. ruined. [ he hadn't given the order, but he's no less responsible. it's his fault the weapon was created in the first place. it's his fault it was there. it's his fault that-- everyone on the surface, everyone--republic soldier, jedi, mandalorian--was killed. ] Is it-- [ he takes another breath, carefully calm, glance flicking back up to ezra. ] Does anything live there any longer..?
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finally, he takes a breath in through his nose. ]
I know Malachor. I.. [ he unfolds his hands, pressing the palms together, fingertips against his mouth. ] It's my fault it was.. ruined. [ he hadn't given the order, but he's no less responsible. it's his fault the weapon was created in the first place. it's his fault it was there. it's his fault that-- everyone on the surface, everyone--republic soldier, jedi, mandalorian--was killed. ] Is it-- [ he takes another breath, carefully calm, glance flicking back up to ezra. ] Does anything live there any longer..?