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[M-OOM] The Ebon Hawk

By the time Revan and Kira got back to the Hawk, Ranthus having to return to duty later that night, Ellia and Kaelyn were fast asleep. It was a long day for the little ones, after all. So they were promptly tucked into their makeshift cribs and bestowed kisses and good-nights.

Revan, on the other hand, is not tired at all. Nor very talkative either. It was a long day for him too. Instead, after the girls are all settled in, he heads off without a word. He eventually ends up in the main compartment, looking over the navigational charts with a frown.

His mind is not really on planning a route home though.

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Her fingers curl into his shirt and she smiles softly. "Well. Look at that. That's a good thing, you know."

"It could mean any number of things." Or Revan might just be over thinking it. "I told him it was better that I had gone. He didn't seem to think so though."

"You're overthinking," She sighs, pushing hair out of her face. "It could be that he really does regret it; regret having you be in his life."

He grunts before sidling closer, burying his face against her neck. "I don't like the word regret. It implies too much," he murmurs, as though she didn't already know he thought that.

She shivers slightly, her fingers tightening in his shirt a bit. "I know, dear. I know."

He sighs, pressing his lips to her neck. "What should I do?" he asks, not saying, but wording the question against her skin.

She scoots back a little, taking his face in his hands and away from her neck. She smiles softly before kissing him again.

She's not going to answer that question...he needs to do what he thinks he should do.

"What, no advice at all?"

"You," She sighs, pulling back to cross her arms. "Need to do what you think is right. What your heart is telling you?"

"It's telling me to listen to what you have to say about the matter?"

He smiles.

She shakes her head. "Nope, I'm not figuring this out for you. This is your father...not mine. You've got to figure it out, sweetie."

"Traitor," he mutters, lovingly though, resting his forehead against hers.

"Well, when my parents raise from the dead and zombie around, I'll let you tell me the same thing, when I ask if I should accept their newfound hobby for eating brains."

He pulls back to eye her, not knowing whether to laugh at that or not.

She smiles.

"I'm kidding."

"About the zombies, I should hope so," he says, returning a small smile. "I was just wondering if there was any underlying bitterness there."

"I don't even remember them." She shrugs. "I'm not bitter."

Maybe a little bittersweet.

"You'd tell me if you were, right?"

She nods. "I...hope so." She shrugs. "I just...hope that if I ever do feel bitter, I'll just get over it."

"He can be your family too, y'know," Revan murmurs after some moments. That is, if he decides to keep in contact with Ranthus after this. "I know it's not the same, but..."