[Whatever quasi-meditation she had dropped into to summon up her perspective on the Force, having Mita's psychic garbage can of sensation upended on her head knocks Revan right back out of it. An unremembered lifetime of discipline keeps her from breaking contact, but the sudden mental distance is as clear as someone physically recoiling in horror.
Her fault for asking.
Revan shudders, not letting that through to Mita, and forces her mental presence back into equilibrium--apology/solemnity/acceptance/sympathy--locking away her other, less worthy feelings behind her formidable will. It's not the other person's fault. Probably. She hopes.]
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Her fault for asking.
Revan shudders, not letting that through to Mita, and forces her mental presence back into equilibrium--apology/solemnity/acceptance/sympathy--locking away her other, less worthy feelings behind her formidable will. It's not the other person's fault. Probably. She hopes.]