[Distracted by being pinned under Loken, Revan notices the psychic attack too late, reaching out to take the brunt of it with her own mind but instead feeling only the wake of its passage. She winces in sympathetic pain as the headache explodes across his mental presence, but he seems largely unharmed, which means she can let her head fall to the floor, staring at the ceiling over Loken's shoulder.]
There is no emotion, there is peace.
[It's muttered, clearly a mantra or part of a litany, and just generally a better choice to vocalize than what Revan's thinking as the storm clouds roll across her mind. When she addresses the others, it's with the clear enunciation and taut control of a person who is biting back something much harsher.]
Garviel, are you all right? Mita, did I mention you could expect your powers to be weakened here?
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There is no emotion, there is peace.
[It's muttered, clearly a mantra or part of a litany, and just generally a better choice to vocalize than what Revan's thinking as the storm clouds roll across her mind. When she addresses the others, it's with the clear enunciation and taut control of a person who is biting back something much harsher.]
Garviel, are you all right? Mita, did I mention you could expect your powers to be weakened here?