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Corvo hadn't quite been able to believe it when Shae had pulled him out of the falling destroyer. He'd been certain he was going to die going into that fight, never to see wife or daughter again, but then Shae came through just one more time.
They'd crashed down on Jakku and it hadn't been long before Corvo had lost consciousness. When he came to again, he was feeling better than before, but his entire body still ached and burned. He had pains he didn't know were possible, but he was alive and that was a massive step in the right direction. He reached into his belt and pulled out his stim, slamming it into his leg. The pain dulled and his mind became more alert to his surroundings, though he pushed himself up with some struggle.
He pulled his helmet off and wandered out of the pod, blinking and looking around for his wife, hoping something hadn't happened while he was unconscious. Shae? he asked, voice sounding abnormally hoarse and weak. He cleared his throat, speaking up louder. Shae, are you... where are you?
He reached back for his sabers but didn't find them, only the Force-forged dagger he'd made so many years ago. He realized the sabers were lost in the fight and he let out a sigh. With that thought, though, also came the realization that it was over. The Emperor was dead, his wife was safe and returned to him, the Sith were... defeated? He'd been so consumed by his own vengeance since his wife's capture that he barely knew how to process this and he stumbled back against the wall of the pod, sliding to the ground and looking up at the sky, still lit up with debris and raining death.
They'd crashed down on Jakku and it hadn't been long before Corvo had lost consciousness. When he came to again, he was feeling better than before, but his entire body still ached and burned. He had pains he didn't know were possible, but he was alive and that was a massive step in the right direction. He reached into his belt and pulled out his stim, slamming it into his leg. The pain dulled and his mind became more alert to his surroundings, though he pushed himself up with some struggle.
He pulled his helmet off and wandered out of the pod, blinking and looking around for his wife, hoping something hadn't happened while he was unconscious. Shae? he asked, voice sounding abnormally hoarse and weak. He cleared his throat, speaking up louder. Shae, are you... where are you?
He reached back for his sabers but didn't find them, only the Force-forged dagger he'd made so many years ago. He realized the sabers were lost in the fight and he let out a sigh. With that thought, though, also came the realization that it was over. The Emperor was dead, his wife was safe and returned to him, the Sith were... defeated? He'd been so consumed by his own vengeance since his wife's capture that he barely knew how to process this and he stumbled back against the wall of the pod, sliding to the ground and looking up at the sky, still lit up with debris and raining death.