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[imthepilot]

Bodhi makes his way to the library after a few more nights of not sleeping and not coping. Only now he’s not alone. Myrrh the forge cat has adopted Bodhi and has taken to riding around on his shoulder.

Bodhi’s currently curled up on the library floor, almost catatonic. A datapad with The History of the Rebellion open on it has fallen from his hand.

Myrrh is perched on the human’s knee, hissing at anyone who gets too near.

{ooc: the probably of Rogue One spoilers in this thread is high. Very high. Tags are open to all and as always, if you’re worried about spoilers or anything, PM me first and we’ll plan something out.}

[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]

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[cook_the_rude]

Footsteps come closer on the smoothly carpeted library floor.

"Are you quite well, Mr. Rook?" asks a painfully familiar voice with a painfully unfamiliar slight accent and polite, distant worry.

[imthepilot]

The voice - right and wrong at the same time, makes Bodhi flinch, not responding beyond that. Not at once.

Myrrh however, does. Hissing at the person who has made Bodhi hurt more.

[cook_the_rude]

"You are not," the voice declares as the steps stop. "You need help. Can you stand, or should I fetch somebody from the infirmary?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head, raising his trembling hands to pet Myrrh, ignoring the datapad as it clatters to the floor. "Please, no." His voice is weak and indistinct.

[cook_the_rude]

Clothes rustle, and a well-manicured hand descends on Bodhi's shoulder.

"What is wrong?"

[imthepilot]

Myrrh hisses again but Bodhi holds her, stroking her gently, making small calming sounds.

When he finally manages to lift his head, his eyes are bloodshot and deeply pained. "They're all dead. They all died."

[cook_the_rude]

"Who?" the doctor with Galen's eyes and voice asks, kindly. He doesn't take his hand away, though.

[not_his_pa]

William needs something new to read and he loves wandering the library shelves, when he comes upon Bodhi, he moves as quiet as he can.

Whoever this is doesn't look happy or awake, so he tries to look at the shelves without too much noise.

[imthepilot]

Myrrh gives an attention seeking meow, clearly trying to get William to come over and help, irritated by how stupid humans are.

The noise seems to stir Bodhi a bit and he moves to pet her.

[not_his_pa]

He smiles at the meow and provides pets, "You're one of the forge cats, ain't you? Who are you guardin'?"

[imthepilot]

"Myrrh." Bodhi stirs, rubbing at his face to get rid of the heavy tears just sitting in his eyes. "Her name is Myrrh."

[not_his_pa]

"Good to meet you, Myrrh. I'm William and work out in the stables," Though she probably knows his smell as the stables are welcome to any cat. He notices the glisten of tears in the man's eyes and focus on Myrrh to give him a chance to pull himself together more.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi manages to pull himself together. Mostly. "She's been watching over me." For which he's very grateful.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly originally came into the library to try to find one of her mother's books. She's plenty resigned to Alice Hayes having been a homicidal psychopath, but she's still not quite okay with just how freakin' boring the woman's writing was.

She stops dead, though, when she sees the kid curled up on the floor. That... does not look all that comfy, to be honest.

She drops to one knee, ignoring Myrrh's hiss in favour of reaching out to gently touch Bodhi's shoulder.

Gently, "Hey."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi seem to come to with a gasp, reaching for Myrrh protectively. The Datapad what was in his hands clutters to the floor.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly doesn't startle, and though she takes her hand away she doesn't draw back.

"It's all right."

She's a tall, skinny girl, a year or so older than him (though she looks younger), wearing ripped jeans, pink flip-flops and purple 'THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED' t-shirt, pink bangs escaping the messy ponytail the rest of her hair's been pulled into.

She picks up the datapad from where it's fallen, offering it back to him.

[imthepilot]

"Thank you." He says in a hoarse voice, thick with tears. He handles the pad with extreme care, as if it might be venomous, putting it down on the thick carpet and pushing it away from himself.

[cute_bruiser]

"That's okay."

She tilts her head, glancing him over.

Let's see: exhaustion, possible shell-shock, some old bruises... all he needs is superpowers and it'll be just like being home.

"Are you all right?"

Which is a fairly silly question, given the state of him, but it'll do as a starter for ten.

[imthepilot]

He shakes his head slowly. "No. I'm not alright." He looks over at the datapad, seeming half afraid it will jump up and bite him. "Everyone I knew is dead."

[stilljustandrew]

Someone's humming in a nearby aisle, ever so faintly, to no discernible tune. It's getting closer, as whoever it is makes his way along the bookshelves.

[imthepilot]

Myrrh mewed loudly as if trying to get the humming person's attention. The human she's sitting in doesn't appear to be doing very well.

[stilljustandrew]

The humming breaks off with a tiny startled noise, and a moment later Andrew peers around the corner of the bookshelf at the end of the aisle.

"Oh --" Startled, he hurries forward and drops to a crouch nearby. "Are you all right? Sir? Can you hear me?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi blinks, starting to come back to himself. He brushes tears from his cheek, flinching as the datapad clatters to the floor, shocked by the sudden sound.

[stilljustandrew]

"Hey," Andrew says, gently anxious, putting out a hand toward his shoulder, ready to draw back in an instant if he pulls away. "Are you okay?"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi does flinch away a little, but fights himself, trying not to show his reaction. "I'm... I'm not-" He swallows thickly. "I'm sorry."