"Id like you to order a pilot to bring my ship Here. Is that possible?"
"of course its possible" she responded "but why is it necessary?"
"Because i want my ship here, where i have access to it. Just do it, and DONT argue with me on this grandmother. Not this time." Argyyle abruptly cut the link, hoping she would do it and went over to where
the med kit was tucked away.
Fiona entered the shuttle as Argyyle was moving to a convenient shelf, where he propped up the mirror, removing a sterilizor and some synthflesh. As he looked in the mirror, Argyyle used the sterilizor to clean the wound, gritting his teeth and hissing in pain. He noticed his sisters entry, and moved to hide the wound from her, supposing she would have something sarcastic or witty to say about the entire debacle.
As Fiona entered the shuttle her mind was reeling from all that had transpired. The chance meeting was surprising for they had not expected to meet anyone, much less someone that had known father.Argyyle spoke first "So how did it feel to be an only child?"She heard Argyyle speak, his back turned to her. The comment utterly encapsulated the entire experience into one sentence. Something Fiona was incapable of doing. She was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Argyyle finished with the sterilizor and began applying the synthflesh to the hideous wound. It would scar horribly. He sighed. What was one more scar? To him, it would be a constant reminder of his arrogance and his stupidity, while others would see only a disfigurement. It was a disfigurement, but it went much deeper than his flesh. It went straight through to his soul, as if that saber had burned something from him, or maybe into him. He wasnt sure which. Argyyle remembered oblivion...what it had felt like to not exist. It scared the hell out of him. He turned to fiona, speaking without sarcasm, almost without emotion, his voice depleted, exhausted. "What did he say to you?"
As Fiona looked back on the experience, she felt herself examining it in full detail. Her mind was like that, even little things remembered. The little things were sometimes far more important than the obvious. She remembered Argyyle's pain, the immense effort it had cost her to block off what he had been feeling... remembered the
flash of a lightsaber splitting Argyyle's skull... then nothing as she blocked him...Fiona remembered that Argyyle hadnt been standing near Ulic, remembered the lightsaber searing his forehead, yes...But Argyyle had walked away... He had been talking, then fallen to his knees grabbing his head...Punching Ulic...She felt Kirialen die... She had not felt Argyyle die... She had known only that he was dead... And that Ulic had healed him... Ulic who couldn't have killed her brother with the lightsaber... He had not been close enough... there were no details of the healing... Argyyle was just dead, then healed by Ulic... Her brother had NOT died!!
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