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Who: Khadgar
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Dec. 1st.

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[His cloak is missing, that's the first thing he notices. And it annoys him, that was a good cloak, very comfortable, very warm. The next thing he remember is that he had just killed the Guardian, which makes him roll onto the floor in a panic (knocking the communicator down and on) and try to find a mirror to double check his eyes.

Once he's reassured that there's no green glow lingering, he heaves a sigh of relief. And turns his focus to the communicator. Which... he knows how it works? And picks it up.]

I can't be here. I have things to do, people depending on me! [Kind of.] There's a war and-

I need to get back to my friends! They need me!

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[He wanders because of course he does. Khadgar has found himself in a strange place, subject to the whims of whoever or whatever was responsible for his and everyone else being there. He wanted to know whatever he can, carefully keeping a couple spells at the edge of his thoughts in case someone tries to attack him.

Eventually he stops to take in the view of the stars, somehow looking much younger than he really is as he looks out. And suddenly feeling very small.]

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Mhmmm... I do...

But... um... being sad when they're gone means a lot... It's nice when people are sad you're gone. I didn't have nobody like that when I died. But now I do, and that makes me not feel lonely!

Yes, and that's normal. A common experience people feel and share.

But I am a Mord'Sith. We do not feel things the same way others do.

How come? Just 'cus you want to be tough-sounding?

It's how we are made. We're broken at a certain age to serve a very specific purpose.

[His expression darkens a little bit. Surprisingly.

It doesn't suit his babyish features.]

They break you? When you was real young?

I was nine.

... That's bad.

You shouldn't gotta do that.

[......................... takeshi you were 4]

They didn't hurt you a lot, did they?

[ Cara doesn't answer. She doesn't like lying, not even to children and it would insult her to do so. It doesn't make her uncomfortable, but Cara has some (tiny) understanding of people and this kind of knowledge. ]

[He frowns a little, quiet, listening.]

... I started fighting when I was four. I know I was four, I remember.

I used to tell people with my fingers.

[ She immediately locks the feed. Whether the child wanted to share or not, people should not know these things. Not without explicit permission. ]

If I had the chance to fight, I would have. But that's not how we are broken. We're tortured. We're left in a tiny damp cave where the rats come to bite on our flesh. The pain becomes so much, we can pick up the agiel. The weapon that tortures those who hold it.

I still have it. Though . . . not here.

[He looks puzzled, worried. Not afraid, not after all the things he's seen.

But he doesn't approve. Despite everything, he still has a good heart. And a compassionate one.]

You shouldn't of been left all alone... You can get stronger without being hurt!

[His dad showed him how to be strong, without such terrible trials.]

Whats'a agiel?

It's how it works. There's a pattern to it. We're beaten. Tortured. Enough to hold the agiel. A weapon that is pain itself. Only those who can withstand constant pain can pick it up.

[ She doesn't mention the other part - what truly breaks a person into become a Mord'Sith. ]

How come you gotta use the agiel?

Can't you fight good without it? So you don't gotta get hurt.

I can fight fine with any weapon. But the agiel is my responsibility. I can't simply put it away and pretend my past and my pain is gone.

I have to accept it as a part of my life.

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