Private ...Bygones Be Bygones?

[Dagon Kaze]

...BYGONES BE BYGONES?
ROUGH JUSTICE vol. I
Issue #4

Mirial was free. After the successful rebellion against the Sith on Krayiss II, neighboring planets had followed in kindling the flames of uprisings burning the oppressive presence of the Sith from the planet. Yet, just like any cauterization, the wound still hurt. On Mirial it was reflected through the remnant Sith elements who remained, striking from the shadows, aiming to reopen the wound. In this period of turmoil, the Galactic Alliance was called to aid the world in its transitional process.

It's how newly minted Jedi Knight Dagon Kaze found himself here.

He was no political expert like Auteme was. Neither was he a General Extraordinaire, despite his accumulated experience through the Stygian Campaign. No, he was an investigator. From the years spent in the Coruscanti underlevels fighting crime to his most recent hub of operations--and home-- Denon, Dagon had become a detective through and through. So what's the case that drags him from the Core all the way to Mirial?

Mass murder.

The stench of the commissioner's cigarette lingered in the temp office he was allowed to have, even if it had been four hours since commish Zisak had departed. Four, long hours of which half were spent convincing the dicks on the force he was on their side, and the other half - shuffling through their chaotic findings. Twenty bodies found in the mayor's office, all with the exact same mortal wound. A dagger through the cervical spine. Extremely painful, especially considering all blades remained intact within the victims' bodies. The work of a shikkar, the work of a Sith.

Everything about the murders indicated a group behind them, not an individual. A group eager to send a message.

What was the messag--

The door to his temp office slammed open almost startling him. He looked up with a frown that disappeared immediately at the sight.

Wild-eyed, gaping in surprise, Dagon barely uttered:

"...Lyra?!"

Now imagine his face if Yula called his holo that exact same moment.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

Returning to the home she had never been acquainted with was never going to be a particularly joyous occasion but now circumstances ensured it would be even less so as the planet was gripped by death even in the wake of the liberation from the Sith who were clinging to the last morsel of power that they had on Mirial - but not for long.

Her own unfortunate connection to the crime would already ensure that she responded long before she may have been duty-bound by the Jedi Order to come. Instead, her presence was not one of duty but closure. Someone was responsible for the deaths and she would go to great lengths to discover whom.

With a swing of the door, she strode into the office with a coffee and an air of confidence that immediately washed away as she halted, eyes fixated on the man before her and mouth slightly agape.

"Dagon..."

As if there wasn't enough heartache today.

Emotions that had softened over time began to flare up at the sight of him again. The small flutter of excitement was undeniable but it was quickly quenched by a rising feeling of resentment which threatened to bubble over.

I should've known. She thought to herself, giving a brief, humourless chuckle and letting the door swing shut behind her before continuing her earlier abandoned approach, as self-assured as before.

All manners of thoughts ran through her mind; comments, quips, jabs and questions. Nothing could quite capture the complexity of her feelings, especially given the emotional turmoil she was already under, so she settled on a snide remark. If nothing else, it was a deflection from ongoing events.

"They put you on desk duty?"

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

...BYGONES BE BYGONES?
ROUGH JUSTICE vol. I
Issue #4

He blinked, a momentary lapse from the present and into the past threw him off. Where once were flames stoked, now only cold cinders remained. Lyra Ozu was his first, irrational attempt to cope with Ayana's untimely death. Many followed after, but she had been the only one to last for a period of time longer than a night or two. It's what made it worse and it was exactly what he noticed in the brief glint in her eyes before it abated to the thick veil of composure.

Dagon's lapse lasted longer than hers.

He finally shook off the past or rather was shaken off it by the way she addressed him. Dagon. Those close to him most often called him simply Dag.

Some rifts were far too large to mend; to close.

"I wish." I don't. He scoffed, then pushed the piles of datapads away. Shoulders eased into the desk chair. A part of him wished it swallowed him away from the awkward reunion that was shaping up.

"You here visiting family?" he asked brushing away a tired lock of raven hair.

Ah, yes, Dagon Kaze - master of the small talk.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

It was another sting but what was one more?

"You could say that." She replied bluntly, in a tone lacking emotion; not at their encounter, which was far from an emotionless experience but rather her detachment from the murders. For now, the feelings were easily bottled up and she was yet to come to terms with the situation. She knew that if she were to truly acknowledge it she risked being consumed by a lust for retribution. An anger for what she had lost.

It was difficult, confusing even, to comprehend the deaths and emotional attachment to people she had never known and yet she owed everything to them. However, the person in front of her was very real and the feelings she had once held for him were just as tangible. Such feelings were more difficult to supress, especially since they never fully dissipated.

Lyra pulled out a chair and took a seat, her fingers drumming idly on the sides of the coffee cup that rested atop her lap, trying to give an aura of being at ease despite the tension in her shoulders showing otherwise.

At least she had her parents' murders to distract her from her tragic love life.

"My... parents were victims of the attack so I'm here to help bring their killers to justice." She told him, words which brought along the small ignition of a flame within.

Truly an incredible save from an awkward encounter.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Damn.

Dagon wanted to smack himself through the mouth, then smack the cops for wasting his time; had they left him to do his job, he would've gone through the victims' list and seen the names. Instead, all he could do was push himself off the chair, "Lyra, I...I'm sorry..." he said hoarsely as he approached her; unbeknownst even to him the apology was two-fold—about her parents' death, first, and about the last time they had seen each other.

It was a rainy day on Coruscant washing away the tears into the gutters of the underlevels with one hand holding a knocked-out goon and the other gesturing his half-mouthed break-up speech.

"...terribly sorry to hear that." his hand softly squeezed her shoulder, "I'll catch whoever did this." he threw a glance at the pile of findings on the desk, then gazed back down at her, crouching to be on her level, "You should take time to grief, alright?" emotion could be a dangerous ingredient in the pursuit of justice. It skewed justice and reshaped it into something far more wicked - vengeance.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

His first utterance was a phrase she never expected to grace his lips after their last meeting. At least not directed at her. Her expression remained hardened, though there was a sadness in her gaze, and she gave a brief nod of acceptance. "Thank you..."

Lyra had expected that it was just a formality, as was her reply. It was the only thing that could be said to someone in such a situation so she didn't think any better of him for bestowing basic decency upon her. Despite the fact she knew him and that it was his kind and caring nature which had drawn her to him in the first place, her knowledge was shrouded by the veil of the last memory she had with him.

Her gaze followed him as he moved towards her. She involuntarily tensed up as his hand moved towards her shoulder but she relaxed under his touch. Memories from a happier time began to filter through her mind. She still remembered the way his touch felt. Her expression softened into a sad smile, beginning to come out of the shell she had built herself.

Her mind urged her not to allow herself to get drawn to him again but her heart demanded it despite itself.

The Knight shook her head. "I'm sure you can appreciate that I don't want to sit by and do nothing, waiting for news." She replied. "You would do the same." Her eyes purposely met his to highlight her point. There could be no attempt at dissuading her.

"Do you have any leads?" She attempted to turn the focus from herself back onto the investigation. The way things were shaping up meant this was likely to be a rocky partnership. After all, there was an elephant in the room and it was beginning to get crowded.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

Blue eyes met green, locked in a gaze down a mutual memory lane before he replied, "Fair point." if his parents had been murdered, he'd definitely not remain on the sidelines. No matter what. There was no point dissuading her, she wouldn't budge. Maybe that's what attracted him to her in the first place.

I really shouldn't be thinking this...

Dagon finally stood up, grateful that she shifted the focus of their talks to the actual investigation; still the tension of words unsaid and feeling unexpressed remained lingering thick in the air.

"Some. I haven't had the time to look through the detectives' findings, well... I did have the time but your people are so damn distrustful, I had to haggle them for their stuff for like four hours." he murmured, rubbing his eyes as he picked the keys of the speeder bike on his desk. "I wanna visit the mayor's office where the bodies were laid out, place is still taped and I can look for clues forensics might've missed."

"After all, the perpetrators are Sith. Or at least really knowledgeable of Sith." Dagon switched on a holoprojection presenting the stab wound. Every Jedi knew how a stab from a shikkar looked like. "I can tell ya more on the way--" he smirked, waving the bike's keys at her face, "--catch a ride with me?"

So much did he tunnel vision into a case, he completely forgot the nights they'd spend on his bike through the Coruscanti skylanes.

Big mouth, small brain.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

"To be fair, they did just get liberated from Sith rule. I think they're allowed to employ a little caution." She poked a little light-heartedly.

Having been raised on Coruscant and away from Mirialan culture, she oftentimes felt out of place among the people who shared her appearance, or... at least to the most basic extent. She was noticeably unmarked by the facial tattoos that were common in her culture; a sign of a lower social standing or someone who had not been raised here - or both.

Her parents had been cast from the top of Mirialan society down to the lower levels of Sith society and all to ensure their daughter wouldn't be raised under the oppressive occupation of the Empire. She owed them everything so the least she could do was bring their killers to justice and she was prepared to go to great lengths to do so.

"Right..." The image of the stab wound made her uncomfortable. Not least because she knew it was how her parents met their end but also she knew what an attack with such a weapon meant and it hurt her more to know her righteous parents were insulted so. The Sith truly knew no honour. "It's pathetic that they're trying to keep their grip on Mirial. Their Empire is gone and we'll make sure they'll know it." She commented before averting her gaze from the image.

Her eyes fixated on the keys and then the blue eyes behind them. In another time, she could've gotten lost in those eyes and now she barely wanted to share his gaze. At least... she didn't want him to think that she did.

Between the flashbacks of fragmented memories she uttered "Sure." An unintentional smile formed on her lips as she thought back but it faded once she caught herself.

Once at the bike, she swung a leg over and settled onto it, hesitating for a moment while her hands figured out where to place themselves. Last time she had done this was a lifetime ago. It didn't have to be but Dagon had made sure it would be and she resented him for it. But each time she got close to him the more her rational feelings were replaced by the longing for a time passed.

She was at a stalemate between love and hate.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

It was when they climbed over the bike that his fixation on the investigation suddenly vanished, replaced by the awkward present so identical to the past and yet - different. He sat quietly on the bike, the hum of the engine like echoes of the past. Months after Ayana's death, grasping for anything to fill the void of her death, was when he found Lyra. And while their relationship was short, it was as intense; perhaps largely because of his need to rebound. For her? Things were more than just that, and when he'd come to realize he was leading her on, Dagon had ended their bond. In the middle of busting a heist, too. Duty always seemed to take precedence over everything in his life.

Mostly to his detriment.

"Uh...this, uh, model doesn't come with handles on the side," he said, an awkward undertone in his voice and a half-attempt to gesture for her to wrap his arms around him.

Just like before.

And much like before, bodies glued to each other warmed both from the cold breeze as the speeder sped up towards its destination. It all seemed like a blast from the past as if they had turned back time to better days between them. That wasn't the case for the raven-haired Jedi. The intense feelings for her had dissipated - the void had already been filled by another - but the flames of compassion remained kindled for someone he had shared a bond with. Dagon Kaze was, after all, a caring person for everyone. Lover or not.

While he hoped, or rather believed, Lyra had moved on - something whispered the opposite. Little did he know that concealed beneath her self-assured persona was a hear that still yearned for a time now gone.

The journey to the mayor's office was long enough that an awkward silence couldn't be maintained.

He broke it.

"You doing alright?... well...before this happened." haven't seen you since then.

Dagon wasn't sure exactly what his goal was. Most often than not, he found his mouth opening before his brain stirred to life.

 

[Lyra Ozu]

"All right." She replied plainly before tentatively wrapping her arms around his waist. Part of her wanted to melt into him, chin resting on his shoulder like it once had, but times were different so she kept what little distance she could, holding onto him only as a necessity.

As little as seeing his face again reminded her what she had been missing and being so close to him gave her longing a new intensity. In the days following their breakup she entered a phase of mourning. It seemed extreme given the short duration of their relationship but the passion of their whirlwind romance had been very real.

After the waves of sadness came the anger. She felt misled - used. While the had tried to empathise with his reasoning, it would have been a lot easier to do so had her own feelings not been played with. She had learned the hard way that it was a lot more difficult to empathise with someone who had hurt you.

His question didn't come as a surprise but it didn't make her any more prepared for it. She knew it was in his nature to care and while she was annoyed with him, she had no desire to cause him any harm.

I never got over you.

Her mind whispered. However, her voice tried to strike a balance between the truth and maintaining the peace - his peace.

"Um... Yeah. I'd say so. Better now than I used to be." She replied. A half-truth. "I've been busy. There's always something to do. Sith to arrest... Empires to burn down..." She tried to avoid the mood from turning too sombre with some light jesting.

You hurt me.

Lyra found herself struggling for words around someone she used to speak so freely with. Someone she could've shared her hopes and fears with. Now a simple conversation was almost too much to bear.

"What about you? How are things?" She returned the question with a keen interest which she kept hidden in her neutral tone. She had hoped that some part of him regretted his decision to end things between them and she waited... longed for him to return.

She had not yet accepted that she would be waiting forever.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"Um... Yeah. I'd say so. Better now than I used to be." She replied. A half-truth. "I've been busy. There's always something to do. Sith to arrest... Empires to burn down..."

"Tell me about it." Dagon smirked, flashing a sideways glance back at her. It sure was a valid excuse for why they've both not seen each other since their break up. Jedi were way over their head with business, with problems that needed to be solved and people to be saved. But were they that busy for even a simple text message?

You could answer that yourself.

"Same ol'..." he replied to her question nonchalantly followed by a pause. His relationship with Yula was on the tip of his tongue before he swallowed it. Dagon, as reckless as he might seem at times, could still act rationally, and bringing up the existence of the Zeltron in his life to the very person who used to take that 'spot' seemed more than just irrational. "...cases to solve, goons to bust, the usual, you know. I haven't been around Coruscant lately. Sorta moved to Denon...uh--" why did you move to Denon, Dagon Kaze? Idiot. "--helping their cops, lots of crime and what not." he gave a hurried explanation. None the wiser.

To bury the half-assed explanation in the past, he shot straight with a genuine, albeit unplanned, dose of honesty:

“It’s good to see you again, Lyra.”

Good intentions, misleading hope. Idiot’s specialty.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

"I imagine that's a personal endeavour and the Jedi Order hasn't begun to take a keen interest in criminology?" She was sceptical about his staggered wording but didn't think too much of it. After all, she would not have even begun to suspect there was anyone else in his life - not after the explanation he gave her when they last parted.

He had been hurting too, she knew that. She had wanted to comfort him, to reassure him. She had cared about him, loved him, and she wanted to share the burden of his suffering but instead she was left in the dark with her own pain. It was not in his nature to have purposely hurt her. She knew it was merely an unfortunate product of his thoughtless actions and it was why she felt so torn on how to feel. If she were to pass the pain back onto him then she would be no better than he had been in the first place.

Besides, she didn't want to hurt him. She wanted to love him.

Despite the heartache he had caused, it could all be forgotten if they could return to the time they once shared together, and his following comment gave all the hope she needed.

I missed you.

"It's good to see you too, Dag." She replied with a newfound chirpiness. "It wouldn't kill you to get a trim, you know?" She told him as she reached up and ruffled his hair playfully before it dropped back down to lock with her other hand around his waist.

Her gaze shifted over the surroundings as they sped through the city. "You know... it's so surreal seeing this place in person. When you imagine something for so long it never lives up to expectations." She commented before adding. "Though I suppose the Sith Empire are partly to thank for that."

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

He chuckled at her remark as she ruffled his hair. See? Everything was fine, Lyra had moved on. This was all just a simple back-and-forth between friends because that's what they were before they had seen the bed as a more comfortable option to 'elevate' their relationship. His shoulders relaxed when she called him by his short name and a smile pulled at his lips. All was normal, all was great...and all was ironic. Ironic that he could be extremely pedantic when it came to investigations and mission planning but absolutely oblivious in his relationships.

"Mirial's sure seen its fair share of struggle..." he nodded, eyes sweeping the city, "I wish we were here for better reasons, though." careless words fueling hope.

"Although, it's freaking cold. You're lucky to grow up on Coruscant. Don't know about you but I'd choose radiation heat over frigid cold any time of the year."

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

"Me too..." She replied wistfully. "But there are better times ahead." She was not a particularly optimistic person, nor cynical, but rather realistic. After all that Mirial had been through the future was beginning to look brighter. It was what her parents had wanted and in death they got their wish.

The Jedi trusted in the Force and she knew that wherever they were now they were at peace. They had never got to know their daughter but had loved her enough to sacrifice everything. It was an unbreakable bond, even into death.

Without her, her parents had each other for comfort through the trials and tribulations they faced. For a while she had had Dagon and everything had felt right in the world. She dreamt that they could return to that time and with their meeting today she hoped they were closer to that reunion.

She hoped he had healed enough to let her back in and she would be willing to forgive him to do so.

"Oh yeah, definitely." She chuckled. "It has its perks but then again... it is Coruscant. I'd prefer somewhere like..." She paused while she pondered. "Corellia. Not for the climate, mind you, just seems like there's always some action there." She lived for the thrill of adventure. "I didn't know Denon was particularly ripe for crime. Seems just like your scene though."

As she spoke, she realised how she had become drawn to Dagon once again, forgetting all else while getting lost in his presence. For this moment, it seemed like there was only the two of them and nothing else in the galaxy mattered, just like it had been before - and she allowed it to happen - at least until she was drawn back to reality.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"But there are better times ahead."

I really hope so, he thought. Fatigue had been his closest companion for the last few years, but he couldn't admit it or even show it to anyone. The restless energy with which he devoted himself to duty had to be maintained, despite all the warnings from his master, friends, and others in regards to the limits of the body. The scars, bruises, and fractures that accompanied his otherwise impeccable physique were the symptoms of an underlying problem - feeling personally responsible for everything. Or like Yula called it - savior complex. Whether it was an aggravated assault on Denon or a Sith mass murder or Csilla's destruction - Dagon carried the guilt, the weight of the cross fell on his shoulders.

"Denon's got it way worse than Coruscant. Somehow. Imagine." the raven-haired Jedi murmured as the speeder bike began its descent to park at the mayor's office's lot. "Corellia, huh? Does seem like your place. It probs needs a more intimate Jedi oversight, too, with how shady their senator seems to be acting." Kaito Kyoshi was an outspoken critic of the New Jedi Order. One among many, sadly. Someone with Lyra's qualities might be what they need to mend the rift. "Besides - Denon's on the Corellian Run. We'll be closer to each other." he grinned as he disembarked from the bike, then he blinked twice at her outfit and slid the iconic New Jedi leather jacket off his shoulders.

"You're gonna freeze - it's even colder inside. Office's been out of order since the bodies were found." he threw the jacket over her shoulders and zipped it up before she could protest (if she did). Dagon remained with the black, winter sweatshirt keeping himself warm enough through the Force. His compassion for her outweighed his distaste of cold. "Now you look like a proper New Jedi again." he chuckled lightly, looking at her from head to toe. It wasn't hard to comprehend why he had fallen for her in the past. " 'member when we chased that elusive mook stealin' datacrons on Arkania? I still remember his face when he saw you skimp dressed going after him in the tundra. Priceless."

"Oh, man, been a while since then, huh?" he reminisced with a grin, unaware of how divergent both's views of the past were. One sought to emulate it into the present and the other...

...had moved on.

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

The feeling of him in her arms again brought back memories of the times their bodies had been intertwined before, though with less layers of clothes than at present. She maintained what distance she could. After all, though they were once intimate partners, now that dynamic had changed and while the familiarity was evident in their exchanges, the flame needed to be rekindled before they could regain what they had lost.

"Corellia, huh? Does seem like your place. It probs needs a more intimate Jedi oversight, too, with how shady their senator seems to be acting."

"Jedi are one of the least corrupt organisations out there. It would be pretty foolish not to trust them... well, unless your economy is closely tied to the criminal underworld. I'm not sure the Silver Jedi Order has even managed to straighten out the Hutt colonies." She began to veer off topic, as was in her absent-minded nature. "Even in times of peace we have our work cut out for us." She commented idly.

The planets in the core didn't know how good they had it compared to the outer planets that were gripped by war.

"Besides - Denon's on the Corellian Run. We'll be closer to each other."

She smiled and as their gazes met again she could almost swear her heart skipped a beat. A little slower than him to react, distracted, she hopped off the bike. "Thanks. I'd heard 'desert' but no one warned me it would be a cold one." She gave a grateful smile as the jacket was thrown over her shoulders.

Just like before.

The smell of him on his jacket brought her the same comfort that it had used to when she was in his arms.

"Hah! Ya think?" She twirled around to show the outfit off. "Much more stylish than what the Silver Jedi wear. More inconspicuous too. Nothing screams 'Jedi' like Jedi robes." She chuckled.

"Oh yeah! He looked dumbfounded. Even more so when I had him pinned on the ground." Lyra laughed at the memory, nodding in agreement. "If nothing else, dress inappropriately for comic effect. They never see it coming." She smiled and shook her head. "That feels like a lifetime ago." There was almost a pensiveness to her words.

Her carefree happiness began to dissipate as they neared the Mayor's office and she grew quieter. She had been so wrapped up in her own fantasy that she had shut out the real world. The slight wound in the Force was evident here where lives had been lost. The souls were free now but their mark on the galaxy would remain always.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"Mhm, sure does feel like it." his eyes lingered on her for longer than they should have. He blamed his innate curiosity; the same curiosity, which ran a thousand questions and scenarios a minute helping him in solving the most complex of cases, was also the one which ran the same number of questions and scenarios about his personal life.

What if.

While he sought no answer - the heart yearned for Yula - his eyes did betray the question.

He needed to get out of this dangerous spiral of curiosity and he needed to solve this case; but the former

"Let's go inside." Dagon turned heel and hurried into the building bypassing the holotapes with the access token the cops had given him.

Chalk contoured where the bodies lied. Yellow signs, each with a number on it, marked different forms of clues the forensics team had salvaged. Dagon drew a circle around with his feet, then jumped high on a tiny ledge; how natural did it come to him. Ever since he was twelve, years upon years working in the Coruscanti underlevels had built his remarkable athleticism and balance. Others had always found it hard to believe how a six foot three man could do what he does in crammed up places.

The raven-haired Jedi scanned the crime scene from above and inaudibly gasped. An ominous pattern of the way the bodies were laid out (or rather contoured) took the shape of a symbol he had seen aboard the Maw’s superweapon.

The symbol that had confirmed to the Jedi that the Brotherhood were more than just simple marauders.

The symbol of the Sith.

The New Sith.

“The perps…they’re not affiliated with the Sith Empire.” Dagon said but didn’t elaborate, instead asked Lyra, “Did you find anything?”

Why did investigating a genocide feel more comfortable than recounting stars with Lyra?

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

Lyra nodded in agreement and followed closely behind Dagon, trusting that it was more his area of expertise than hers, though she wasn't clueless either. From any outsider perspective she would look in her element and he like the one who shouldn't be there. Still, the culture was strange and unfamiliar despite the similarities in appearance that she shared with 'her people'. Dagon, however, remained the constant; the familiar.

She was fixated on the markings on the ground before her, her eyes moving between each outline. Without the presence of the bodies, it was easier to stay detached. However, being attuned to the Force negated much of the detachment effects as she could feel the remnants of a dark presence in the room which was disconcerting.

The Jedi wandered between the outlines, hands in the jacket pockets, trying to gain a better understanding of the situation that had led to this conclusion. She was also interested in any useful items that she might be able to use psychometry on. "What do you think they're trying to-" She began, turning back to face Dagon but when he wasn't there her gaze shifted upwards to see him perched on a ledge. "-and you're up there." She finished with a smile and a shake of the head.

Her brows pulled together in a frown. "Not the Sith Empire?" She repeated, thoughtfully.

"No." She shook her head. "But if they let me have some of the evidence then I can try and piece together what happened in some of their final moments or establish if these were targeted or random attacks." She told him. It was strongly advised against by Light siders but the pursuit of justice often left little choice.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

In the inner pocket of his jacket, she would find a carefully bagged hilt of a shikkar; evidence he had 'acquired' from the evidence room to analyze himself. Trust was a fickle bond, Mirial cops and Dagon hardly had any. Lyra and Dagon...well, they had their difference as she would recall through his words.

"No." he gave her the memorable, signature glare of his. "You're not using psychometry, Lyra."

Lyra Ozu

 

[Lyra Ozu]

Lyra's gaze met his with a frown at his attempt to stop her. "But I can help. I can see what these cops can't." She replied near instantaneously, clearly expecting some resistance. This wasn't the first time they had had this disagreement. "I know it's not ideal but when have I ever wavered from the Light side?"

Still, she didn't need his support, nor his permission. She carefully patted the jacket, aware he was likely to have retained some evidence on himself, and pulled out the blade soon after. She held the hilt, still in the bag, on her palm, examining it with her eyes before looking back at Dagon. "I can help." She urged.

Dagon Kaze