Private Weight

[Tansu Treicolt]

NABOO
immediately following the events of Coal
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Every step after that horrible conclusion blurred together. Naboo's beautiful, crisp scenery became nothing but a slosh of colours and a whirl of textures she couldn't appreciate. She felt sick. Unwell to her core. Too many thoughts ricocheted and collided, bouncing untamed through her mind. All her uncertainty and conviction made her steps unsteady, and as soon as she felt the familiar cool of a steel hull and the soundless white noise of a parked ship, she felt everything taut and twisted inside her collapse.

"Holy Feth," she wheezed, hand scrambling across familiar metals. But she could barely feel the solidity through the numb buzz in her hands. "Twenty seven dead. Murdered. 'Member we saw that on the holonet? And it was them...An' yeah they were bad men but bein' tossed around like some kinda braggin' right..."

A hundred why's tangled between her ears: Why couldn't her sister have left well enough alone? Why did she have to push Talsin? Why was she with Morrow? Why was Morrow such a bad influence? Why couldn't her sister see the path she tread? Why did she think it was okay to judge and execute?

"Holyfethholyfeth." She said again, nigh breathless, and stumbled without fully catching herself on the entry rest.

"I shoulda done it. I shoulda done it then and there it should be me. Me who gets that snake behind bars and me who gets my sister help."

Her father would be furious with her. Treicolts were supposed to stick together, not be at odds over morals. Forgive one another all treasons, family first.

Slumped to the entry way seat, hands in her hair, she stared at nothing. Felt nothing but the anxious twist a quarter-turn too tight in her chest. "What a liver bellied moment. I couldn't do it. I shoulda done it."

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Talsin Lota
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