We Have Issues.

[Darth Ferus]

The blast caught the Zabrak right in the chest as [member="Vulpesen"] had aimed for, sending him flying from his feet and several feet backwards where he'd impact with a loud thud on the ground. Krest remained there, unmoving but breathing, staring up at the sky above them. He wasn't defeated, he wasn't unable to stand. The aggression he felt, the mindless anger he had, it all had faded away.

"The Sith," He called out from where he laid. "Have done so many terrible things. I've done so many terrible things. All the while trying to justify that I'm there to stop them. That when I succeed and the Sith fall, it'll have been worth selling my soul." Krest inhaled sharply, pressing a hand to one of his eyes as his vision began to blur. "But my daughter. My little girl. She paid the price when I died. They-" His voice hitched as the giant of a man felt his own tears spilling from the corner of his eyes. "They butchered my little girl. Toyed with her for their amusement. I was able to save what was left, but how much did Asajj have to suffer because of me? Because of what I chose to do? How long has she thought her mother was dead when it was all a lie?"

A meaty fist slammed into the ground beside him, splitting the soil apart as his control over his power waned and began to run loose. "I ruined both lives I was sworn to love and protect."

 

[Vulpesen]

Sighing in relief, Vulpesen remained on his back for a moment, catching his breath as he tried to cope with the adrenaline coursing through his system. One trick at just the right time, how often had it come down to that? Perhaps it was too often, but at least it seemed to work this time. Of course, experience was a factor. The fox had also been drawn to the biggest opponent he could find, relishing in the feeling of felling such behemoths.

Krest's words broke him from his thoughts, and his ears flicked down to listen to the words of the fallen Zabrak. It'd have been a lie to say that he was unsympathetic, or even that he didn't know some measure of the man's failure himself. Flashes of memories came to mind. Men were slaughtered by his blade. Oaths were broken and scattered to the wind. And all of it, all his pain, suffering, and sacrifice, had been for nothing. In the end, the purpose he set out to fulfill, he had abandoned. "Chit happens." Slowly, Vulpesen rose back up, sitting down as he looked over to Krest's prone form. "We screw up, we move on, we get better. We can't always make it right, but that doesn't preclude us from doing our best to make it better. You're here now, so make it better."

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest remained where he was in silence, his blue gaze just staring up at the sky above them. [member="Vulpesen"] , while crass in how he put it, was right. So long as they still lived, the only thing they could do would be to make things right. Or at least try to. Anything less would be an insult. He let out a deep sigh as his thoughts cleared and the ground stopped being affected by his unconscious will.

The Zabrak sat up once calm, his gaze now traveling to the damage the battle had left. Broken trees left and right. "You uh, think Alex will be mad?"

 

[Vulpesen]

Rising to his feet, Vulpesen walked towards Krest. With every step, his tail swayed behind him, helping the Valde keep his balance as he regained his strength from the crash of an ending rush. After eventually reaching Krest, he offered a hand to help the behemoth up. With it, was an olive branch of trust that the man wouldn't shoot up, swinging another punch for the Zorren's jaw. "Oh, she's gonna be pissed."

[member="Krest"]