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Ben normally had a fairly accurate internal clock, but he had absolutely no idea what time it was by the time he finally made his way to the dorms. He'd carefully shut himself down in the Force--he wasn't ready to face either Jaina or Tahiri yet--and made his way slowly up the stairs to his room.
In his head, the litany of the names of the dead and wounded repeated over and over and over again. Zekk, missing. Jaina, in the clinic for the foreseeable future if she wanted to walk again. And the dead: Shevu. Prince Isolder. Most of the Hapan court, including little Allana. Jacen.
Ben hadn't cried. He didn't see the reason to.
He walked past Ender's room and paused. Might as well let him know that he wouldn't be inheriting droids...
He rapped quietly at the door, intending to stay for only a second. He didn't want to wake anyone up.
[OOC: for the other emo boy...and contents are going NFB.]
In his head, the litany of the names of the dead and wounded repeated over and over and over again. Zekk, missing. Jaina, in the clinic for the foreseeable future if she wanted to walk again. And the dead: Shevu. Prince Isolder. Most of the Hapan court, including little Allana. Jacen.
Ben hadn't cried. He didn't see the reason to.
He walked past Ender's room and paused. Might as well let him know that he wouldn't be inheriting droids...
He rapped quietly at the door, intending to stay for only a second. He didn't want to wake anyone up.
[OOC: for the other emo boy...and contents are going NFB.]
