I Knew My Weakness (Complete)

[Kuzo]

With the handles of two mugs in one hand, and one in the other, she navigated back to the table, just happy to not be juggling Azi as well.

"Nope, that's it. Me, Azi and Bantam, until Boo gets home," she said with a grin, putting a mug down at each chair. She narrowed her eyes slightly when she noticed the datapad, shooting it a momentary scowl. But she didn't start muttering expletives again, that that was something at least.

Karking Chameleon.

Settling down at one of the chairs, she started to help herself, passing the various containers around the table.

"Someone at work was raving about how 'authentic' the food is at this place- but there wasn't a single Mon Cal in sight, so I'm skeptical," she said, punctuating the statement with her fork. "Also, I have no idea what anything is. I picked randomly, so may the Force be with us."

Despite that warning, Irajah didn't seem particularly concerned about taking something from every container as they made their way around the table.

"I think that one's spicy," she commented.

Once settled, she returned to [member="Connor Harrison"]'s actually important question. Very, very important question.

"I'm almost there on a slow release stim. My colleagues think I've lost my mind. Problem is, it's in a pill form- only way to make it work that way. I don't know if it'll do the job or not," she said, looking over at [member="Jacob Crawford"]. "I don't think we should test it here, just in case. But if it does work, it should give you a lot more time between needing a dose, and give you a little more control over the use."

It wasn't a solution. It was a stop-gap measure and they all knew it. But, she hoped, it would be a step toward his independence, and maybe a step toward not needing the stims at all someday.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob chuckled. "May the Force be with us, indeed."

He followed Irajah's example and took a bit of each container as they made a circuit around the table, between the three of them. Occasionally Jacob glanced down at the datapad watching its progress. To him it seemed as if it were intentionally getting slower to the closer it got to the end.

Jacob opened his mouth to mention about the food, but decided to remain silent and began eating, opting to fork a bit of each before consuming it. If anything was evident from Jacob's first proper meal, was that he was not at all picky about what the food was. Spicy, plain, could be the hottest thing in the galaxy, it didn't matter to Jacob.

Reaching for his mug of caf, Jacob took a small sip of it followed by a larger one. He placed it back down and looked over at Irajah.

"I'd imagine it would be best to hold off testing it until we reach a suitable place on...what was it you called it? Maena?"

What are your thoughts on Irajah's alternative?

It's as the doctor has explained the other day, it is pretty much a half-measure that won't be a permanent solution. And while there is a lot of merit in medicine and science, it won't lead to a worthwhile answer.

Meaning?

The Force of course, once you can re-establish your control over it you'll eventually have no need for the stims anymore to supress it from getting out of control. Albeit that won't just erase the desire to just inject yourself with stims whenever. You'll still have to find a solution to kick the addict out of you.

A small beep from the datapad brought Jacob back to reality.

"Oh, looks like its finished decrypting."

Jacob scooped up another forkful and plopped it into his mouth, then picked the datapad up.

Over the course of seconds his curious expression turned into one of confusion.

"W-what is this..."

Spoiler

Full name is Jacob Crawford.

Has been declared 'missing, presumed dead'.

His last reported age was twenty-nine, so given the supposed five years he refuses to speak of, and his year on Dxun he's now thirty-five.

Born to Elena & Gregory Crawford. Their states of being are; Deceased and Unknown respectively. Apparently the mother was from some off-shoot noble family, as in her mother's mother was the cousin to...you get the point. I wasn't able to pinpoint the name.

Jacob was a Jedi it seems, a Knight in fact. He was part of the New Jedi Order. Was first taken there when he was eleven years old.

Has for many years been sighted in the presence of another Jedi, a Master by the name of Allyia Zarn. I'd presume this to be Jacob's Master. And as far as I've found she's still alive.

He has a registered ship too, last known location was somewhere in Galactic Alliance territory.

D-did you two know all this?

Of course we knew, we're in your head.

Then why-

Didn't we say anything?

Because it wasn't for us to say, we couldn't even if he wanted to. It was for you to discover.

And as I'm sure you're realising right now, it means nothing. They're just words to you.

Jacob just deflated, and felt like a sudden weight had just landed in his stomach. As much as he hoped for it, the words he was reading resulted in nothing, no sudden remembrance, no spark of memory coming back.

Nothing.

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

With a little chuckle, Connor made a praying guesture before taking his fork and digging in. Albeit a little tentatively thanks to Irajah's beaming sell.

She seemed to be doing ok currently, but now...now it seemed to be the mask again, one that had slipped before. However, he wasn't going to say anything in front of Jacob.

Eating a few generous mouthfuls, happy to have some new tastes, he couldn't talk much for savouring the meal. He reached for his caf and took a few sips, looking between the two as they spoke.

However, at the mention of Maena, Connor chocked a little on the caf and food combo, fighting to catch his breath for a second, following by a pat on the chest.

"Hhgr....sorry....." he coughed, "...sorry....what did you say? Maena?"

He glanced at Irajah, a little red-faced, swilling the caf around in his cup.

"You've got a facility on Maena? How...?"

More puzzle pieces. More questions.

[member="Jacob Crawford"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah blinked in surprise, her mouth full of food. She swallowed, giving him a quizically look. She'd mentioned Maena a couple of days ago, when they'd met up in Panatha space. So the level of surprise from [member="Connor Harrison"], well surprised her.

"Mhm," she said, taking another bite. "It's where I've been doing the research into.... the other matter."

Gideon.

"The lab on Panatha simply wasn't secure enough, from a bio-containment stand point. Matsu has been very generous. I help her with certain research, I have access to the areas I need to make sure all of the research I do is safe. No risk to anyone."

She spoke casually. The way she said [member="Matsu Xiangu"]'s name almost made it sound like they were.... friends? Of course, Irajah didn't always approve of the research the other woman undertook. Certain projects she deigned to work on. But it wasn't her lab, her planet. So long as she could do her research in total bio-lock down, well. Right now, that was enough. Sometimes, compromises had to be made.

Glancing over at [member="Jacob Crawford"], who'd gone rather quiet, she tilted her head. A small frown crossed her face as her eyes flickered from him to the datapad and back again.

"What does it say?" She asked softly.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob was completely zoned out, his eyes staring at the datapad and his mind still processing the information. Thinking, hoping that if he just kept staring at it something would just click.

Still nothing.

Irajah's words reached him, but it took a while until he answered.

"It's me...Uh, I mean it's about me." He looked over at Irajah and reached over, handing the datapad to her.

He wasn't going to be reserved about this, it was clear just like everything else going on with him, he wasn't going to be able to do this alone.

Jacob took a swig of his caf and returned to his food, waiting for what Irajah had to say.

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

"Right…sorry," he took a drink, "I didn’t hear you before…didn’t think you actually said…Maena."

Feeling a little silly, he busied himself with the food, playing with it a little and eating small bites at a time while he listened. He thought about Maena and the link with Matsu. Did Irajah know HIS link to the planet and Matsu?

She couldn’t…could she? Not that there was much to know, but maybe it was more of a way to get close and help her?

He rolled his fork between his fingers, zoned out again for a few moments, but looked up between the pair now and then.

[member="Jacob Crawford"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah was entirely oblivious to [member="Connor Harrison"]'s connections to Maena. She knew he knew [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (he'd mentioned her name once), but she was utterly unaware of his current situation in how it related to the Sith Lord.

She frowned, putting down her fork as she accepted the datapad. Of course she'd wanted to know what was on it, impossible not to really. But his reaction to the news troubled her.

Her eyebrows rose as hazel eyes scanned swiftly back and forth.

"But this is good, yes?" She said, looking up at him, puzzled. "It's a place to start, who you were, what you were doing before." As much as she was annoyed by Chameleon, she couldn't conceive of a reason to falsify the information here.

"It even lists your parents. Maybe we can find your father."

​She didn't understand why he was upset. Was it the part about the Jedi? Irajah wasn't particularly enamored with the Jedi, it was true. She thought they were a bunch of self-important hypocrites. But [member="Jacob Crawford"] seemed okay. And everyone made mistakes after all.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

"But this is good, yes?"

Was it? Jacob still wasn't sure. It certainly gave him points of interest he could check out, to find some of his missing memories. But what if even going to them would result in nothing, the fear of that was beginning to creep into the recesses of his mind.

Why couldn't this just be easy?

Because the easy path is rarely ever the right way, never really worth it.

"I guess it's good? I mean it could be fake for all I know." It was an excuse, nothing more. Hoping that it was the reason nothing was coming to him. "But, I doubt that. It's seems far too specific to be a falsehood."

Jacob had just consumed another mouthful when Irajah mentioned finding his father. He almost choked on his food, but quickly caught himself and forcefully gulped it down.

"It says his status is 'unknown', could mean he's dead already. Would be a waste of time." Jacob paused as just looked away from both [member="Irajah Ven"] and [member="Connor Harrison"]. His eyes narrowed, a glint of anger in them. "I hope he is." He muttered.

Seconds later that anger was gone, replaced by the Jacob's typical 'neutral' gaze. But his father was still on his mind; childhood memories began to stur. And he snapped.

"But it's just all words! I hoped it would mean something, trigger some form of remembrance. But it's just words to me. It's nothing."

"I was a Jedi Knight. Nothing. I was part of the New Jedi Order. Nothing. I even had a Master. Nothing."

The last bit just made it worse.

"And who even is this 'Allyia Zarn' person, where is she?! I've been back from the Netherworld for a year already, karking imprisoned on Dxun. Nothing!" Jacob's arms were visibly shaking as he kept clenching his hands. Out of emotion though, not because of his ailment. "So much for the supposed bond between Master and Padawan."

In Jacob's tirade it was clear that something was trying to surface; lost and forgotten knowledge. The mention of the familial bond between teacher and student was evidence of that.

Jacob went to speak again but words failed him, only laboured breath escaped his lips. The situation seemed to sink in as Jacob's head lolled to the side slightly, realisation sinking in.

And the one voice he needed to hear came to him. As it had always had in the past year.

His mother

Breathe Jacob, just breathe. Calm yourself.

You can't use that voice, that's just cheating. Y-you're not her.

The telltale signs of tears began to appear under Jacob's eyes, he shook his head. He was being irrational, he was getting angry. A part of him enjoyed the anger, the fire in his chest before began to flicker. But it wasn't the place. It-

"I'm sorry, I just need to cool off." The words were barely whisper, but could still be easily heard. Jacob dropped his fork and left the table, he paused half way though and looked towards the apartment door. Half of him urged him to just leave entirely, but the other half reminded him he was a danger on his own. So instead he strode over to the bathroom and entered, closing the door behind him.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor ate, and listened, and drank, and watched.

Jacob was an interesting man - a man with a broken past, much like himself, and one it seemed who had suffered at the hands of the Jedi. Like Connor.

He didn't need the Force to tell Jacob was getting angry, and upset. Broken men were the most volatile of creatures, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere. Jacob left his place at the table.

"Jacob, don't let the Jedi hurt you anymore. They can't. Not now," he called out.

Wiping his mouth, he turned and spoke a little louder, hoping he may hear beyond the closed door.

"I served the Silver Jedi for over 10 years. Heck, I helped found the temple on Voss. I liberated worlds for them, battled Sith, risked my life and dignity time after time. And for what. Nothing. For them to eventually rip the Force away from me when I was too powerful for them. They are manipulative, weak and nasty."

He glanced to Irajah and talked a little quieter.

"The Jedi are not to be trusted, and I for one will take steps to ensure they don't hurt anyone ever again."

Composing himself, he took a small sip of the luke-warm caf.

"I'm thinking of joining the First Order, Jacob. I'm going to embrace the Dark Side of the Force for it treats those like us with respect if we respect ourselves and the Force we use. You should too. Use this chance to break free from those shackles they put on you. Toying with your emotions and your own sense of free-will. For what? Where are they now to help you? Nowhere."

He let the words hang, not knowing what was heard.

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah sat in silence, absorbing everything that both of them had said. [member="Jacob Crawford"]'s was more of a revelation than [member="Connor Harrison"]'s, but there was a lot to digest from the last two minutes that had nothing to do with the unpronouncable meal on her plate.

"I think he needs some time to sort out how he feels about everything," she said softly, glancing over at Connor. "I can't imagine what it would be like.... to not remember, but know that someone.... somewhere.... should have cared enough to come after you. And wondering why they didn't."

Her eyes moved to the empty doorway, the expression on her face troubled. She had lost everything- but she knew why. What had happened. For Jacob it was gone, utterly whole-cloth. But there were people out there with connections he had no memory of.

So where were they?

Sure, he had Irajah and Connor here now. But he had known them for mere days. These were people who he should have known for years- why weren't they the ones to find him on Dxun? If strangers cared about him more than his own master.....

She shook her head. She was projecting how she would feel in that situation, trying to make sense of it. But it wasn't particularly useful right now. Not to her, and certain not to Jacob.

She sighed, picking at her plate absently with her fork. Somehow, she wasn't that hungry any more. Shaking her head, she put her fork down, wrapping both hands around the mug of caf before looking back over at Connor.

"You're thinking of staying on Dosuun?" She asked. Better to give Jacob some time, not whispering out here about him. It was the very least he needed in that moment. "Have you looked in to... how they'll.... react?" She sounded slightly worried on his behalf.

Jedi weren't tolerated in FO space. But dark siders were a different story. Irajah was ignorant of the order of the Ren (and their interest in her), but she knew that no small number of Sith made their home within the borders of the First Order. But they hadn't been Jedi before.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The mood in the apartment seemed to be contagious, from Jacob to Irajah and now Connor. He placed down his fork and scratched the back of his head before resting his hands on the table and looking over at the doctor.

"I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t have anywhere else to go. Remember when I told you my days with the Jedi are numbered? Well they are over."

Another small scratch, this time on his chin.

"It’s what led to me being in this state with the Force. I went to Voss to break away, and I did. But they left me with a parting gift so they could have the upper-hand and not be fearful of me – they used a Wall of Light and took my Force connection and my lightsaber."

He raised his eyes a little – it still hurt, what they did and how they did it.

"And so my path is fuelled by the Dark Side – to learn, to rise again and be someone great. Someone I never have been before under the shadow of the Light. I’m no permitted in Silver space and all I have is my ship. Of course I don’t want to appear like I’m hounding you, I understand that, and I don’t want to make you feel…uncomfortable."

He knew very well how he had acted the last time they had been together, and he also knew very well how insignificant he was in his current position.

"I am not a Jedi. I do not follow the Light. I will subscribe to an Order who can use my…." Connor stopped, and sighed in frustration, "…well, could use my skill. Maybe. Either way, the Jedi are my enemy, and those who stand strong with the Sith and the Darkness are my allies. And I intend to make that very clear and very publically as soon as I can."

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

As soon as the bathroom door was shut, Jacob slumped down against it. He heard Connor, but made no response as he got just zoned out.

I don't know what to do or what to think right now...

What you need is to think rationally. The Jedi aren't at fault here, nor Allyia Zarn and neither are you.

But where have they been? How can they just-

How would they even know you're on Dxun?

Well what about the Force Bond, how come Zarn-

That could have potentially been severed when you dissappeared into the Netherworld.

I-

You have to think logically, Jacob.

Jacob paused the mental conversation he was having as something occured to him.

How do I even know about the bond?

Because even though your memories are lost, and may be gone forever. You still have the knowledge you learned locked away. You just need to find a catalyst to find the key.

What do I do now then?

Do as your friends have suggested. Move on.

He remained sitting for several minutes, but eventually; with a heavy sigh, Jacob slowly stood up and wiped his eyes, getting rid of the tears that had started to form.

Jacob walked out of the bathroom and back over to [member="Irajah Ven"] and [member="Connor Harrison"].

"Sorry about that, I think everything just finally caught up to me."

Now though, he had an idea of what he needed to do.

His gaze wandered over to his plate of food. Jacob chuckled.

"I suppose you could say, I have a lot on my plate right now."

 

[Kuzo]

There. That talk of allies once more.

Maybe it was simply something she couldn't understand. He had the mentality of a soldier. She, that of a doctor. While she certain thought the Jedi were at best delusional, enemy was a strong word for it. But then, she also didn't have the history with them that [member="Connor Harrison"] did.

"As far as I know, the First Order isn't at war with the Jedi, they just aren't welcome here," she said, still pushing the rapidly cooling food around her plate absently with the fork. Of course, she didn't have her fingers on the pulse of the Order- Irajah wasn't even aware of the existence of the Ren, let alone the growing tensions with the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Order. It wasn't in her sphere of influence, wasn't something she paid serious attention to. She had enough else to worry about that galactic politics simply never really seemed to signify to her. He likely knew more about it than she actually did.

"But I still think Dosuun is a fine place to live," she said, looking up and smiling at Connor. It was her way of showing him that the idea of him living here did not bother her at all. After all, there were reasons she had chosen Avalonia over anywhere else she and [member="Boo Chiyo"] could have gone. "And you'll get it back. I'm sure you will."

And I intend to make that very clear and very publically as soon as I can.

Irajah frowned very slightly when he said that. Tilting her head she was about to ask him what he meant by that. But the sound of the door opening again paused her. She turned her eyes to the door when [member="Jacob Crawford"] reappeared, putting her fork down.

"Well, there's a bag with some kind of pastries in it if the stuff on your plate isn't what you're looking for," she said with a grin. She meant it literally. But also figuratively. If he kept focused on the path backward, well, she'd do what she could. And if he wanted to try something different? Well. Maybe that was a good thing.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor shrugged. What did he know about what would happen. He didn't have a clue. And nor could Irajah. But hope was a good thing.

"We'll see."

He pushed the food away and folded his arms on the table, glancing over to where Jacob had come from, and he gave an understanding smile.

"Take your time, Jacob. You'll be alright."

Safe to say, he was feeling very out of place all of a sudden. He wasn't helping anything. He rubbed his face for a few seconds and looked to the side, out of a small window where he could see the outside world.

There was something off. Was it that glimmer in the Force trying to connect with him? He just had a...feeling. Surrounded by two Force sensitive beings, he was essentially bathing in Force aura, and perhaps it was seeping in.

"I think I may have to leave soon," he said distantly.

Connor was suffering, and he wasn't getting better being where he was now. Not for the others, and not for himself. And not for those investing their time and resources in him.

[member="Jacob Crawford"] | [member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob cracked a small smile at Irajah's comment. The sour mood he had been in minutes ago was still on his mind, but it was clear he was actively trying to push it aside and not let it consume him.

"I think my actions during my first meal made it fairly obvious I'd eat just about anything."

He let out a small sigh as he sat back down at the table.

"Looking and moving foward is going to be the best option I think. Should I ever come across something or someone that triggers a memory, well I'll cross that path when it happens."

Jacob picked up his fork again and began eating, sipping his caf not really fussed that it was mostly lukewarm now.

"After we've tested you're alternative to the stims," he said looking at Irajah. "And after I've learned some control over the Force." He attention turning to Connor. "I may go about exploring the galaxy a bit, refamiliarize myself with it. I don't think I can just up go and join one faction or another just yet, but either way it's pretty clear I can't go to the Jedi."

Jacob gave a sideways glance to [member="Connor Harrison"] as the man gazed out of the window.

"Do what you need to do Connor. I'm not exactly going to be going anywhere for a few more days." Jacob looked over at [member="Irajah Ven"] to double check that he was right in it being only a few days.

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah nodded at [member="Jacob Crawford"] to confirm. A couple more days.

She glanced [member="Connor Harrison"]'s way, her face a little troubled. There was so much going on here. The fact that he'd stayed as long as he had, considering his own problems, honestly surprised her. Despite everything happening, the three of them, somehow, the last couple of days had been.... almost nice. A strange, surreal normalcy taken from the middle of everything else. It couldn't last- Irajah wasn't even entirely sure what it was really.

"Of course Connor," she said with a gentle smile. "We've got everything under control here. You take care of whatever you need to do."

"I think we should test the new version of the stims on Maena," she continued, pushing her plate away and leaning back.

"It'd also be a good place to push the edges of what it's like for you off of them," she turned back to Jacob. "But your ribs need to be 100% before that," her stern 'Doctor' voice made an appearance for a moment.

"We'll be either here or there, Connor. You can find us when you've done what you need to do....if you'd like."

 

[Connor Harrison]

He leaned back in his chair, head lolling a little. His fingers tapped the side of the table as he listened, and continued to look out the window.

"I would. I know where you will be. I owe you both a great deal."

He glanced over to Jacob.

"You're a good man, Jacob. A strong man, and you're a survivor. I hope you get better, physically at least, and I can help you more when I have something to actually GIVE you to help. Be it training, or advice, or whatever."

Tapping a little more, he pushed up from the chair and held out his hand for a shake.

"I will see you again my friend. I have a lot out there to accomplish before I am myself again. Try not to lose your memory before I get back, ok?"

He leaned forward and took a little slice of fruit from the table to much on, and he looked to Irajah.

"Can I...just have a quiet word for a moment?"

Connor turned to head out of the main room to the door, hoping she would grant him that.

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob raised a curious eyebrow at Connor, he certainly didn't feel like the man owed him anything. Irajah he could understand, but he couldn't think of anything he had done that would constitue the man owing him one.

He glanced at [member="Irajah Ven"] and an amused thought came to him, wondering if she would give her usual refute against any debts, favours, etc.

Seeing [member="Connor Harrison"] stand up, Jacob followed suit and shook the man's hand.

"Thank you, Connor. And well same to you I guess. I mean I can't imagine what you're going through, but I wish you all the luck on whatever endeavours you need to undertake."

He nodded at Connor.

"We'll see each other again soon enough, hopefully better off than we are right now." Jacob chuckled, "And I'll try my best."

Jacob watched as he headed for the door, then turned to look at Irajah.

"You go, I'll start cleaning up."

 

[Kuzo]

"Hmm? Oh. Yes, of course. I'll be right back Jacob."

Irajah rose from her seat. The small furrow in her brow marked her concern. It was hard to not get worried when someone said something like that, after all.

The apartment was small- there weren't a lot of places for 'privacy' really. She paused for a moment in the living room, then headed into her own room, waiting for Connor to join her. Bantam offered a surly beep, whizzing under the bed, but otherwise the room was quiet. The room was neat, but not pristine- an easel set up in a corner with what looked like a half finished painting on it, the bed unmade.

She paused, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Everything okay?"

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor stopped, diverting into her room, which he didn't expect, but it didn't bother him. He walked in a little as she closed the door and at her question he stretched his mouth and scratched his jaw.

No, everything was not ok.

"Yeah, yeah, it's alright."

He turned to drew in a breath, knowing it was going to pain him what he had to say, but he owed it to her after everything.

"A lot of things don't come easy to me, this is one of them - open and honest, so I'll just spit it out."

A little nervous laugh escape him.

"Thank you for your help with the hand, and your hospitality before, and now. And thank you for not balking when I first arrived on the ship. That means a lot, and I needed that more than you know." He didn't really know where he was going. "All I mean is, Irajah, is that you're one of the most decent and honest people I've ever met. You're clever, kind and beautiful inside and out. Regardless of how you may feel about your situation, know that this fool at least thinks you're perfect."

Trying to avoid eye contact, he stepped forward and leaned for her hand and brought it up to kiss the knuckles.

"I let you down, but I am going to sort myself out. For my sake. I am not myself right now, and I hope one day you see the real me. Whoever that is. Until then, please stay safe out there and keep on with your work. It's amazing, and don't let anyone - anyone - make you think otherwise, Irajah."

And with that he granted her eye contact and a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I will come and find you when I am better. If you will permit me."

He kissed her hand again a little more lingering, and stepped back with a curt nod.

"You're an amazing woman, Irajah. And I will miss you now more than you will ever know."

He opened the door, closing it a little behind and stepped through to the apartment door. It was hard to not get emotional, but it was harder not to swallow the emptiness he felt as he moved out.

This was another reason why Connor Harrison needed her more than ever.

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Jacob Crawford"]