Pain was the first sign he was awake. In his wrists, chest and body from the lightning burns and position he was hanging in. The red before him moved away, resolving itself into the cloak of a red guard. One on each side of him, supporting him as the chains were released and he was brought out into the un Damped corridor. The small party left the detention area to his surprise, and entered the main palace where he was shown into a suite. Food was available on a table, Deveron forced himself to eat as much as possible then slept and repaired the deepest damage to his body. Clean clothes awaited him on waking but he had no need of them. Red Guards came and went bringing food and taking away the empty trays, then there was sleep again. Tortured sleep peopled with familiar faces, but never the one he wanted to see. She was alive and in pain of her own. He didn't try to contact her again. On the third day the guards brought new clothing and insisted he dress. He'd given up attempting to guess what the Emperor could be thinking and was only mildly interested that he was brought again before the wretched excuse for a leader calling himself Palpatine. "Talia is now working for Imperial Intel...", the Emperor began. Mildly surprising but not really, he nodded slightly, eyes wandering to the dark walls. "Are you not interested in seeing her?" "If I am wished to see her I will be put in a room with her or be given a holo." What a stupid question to be asked. He was tired of this little man and his games and refused to play them. Darana had put up with them and been betrayed, why should he. The offer had been made and refused. "You will get to see her personally. I am not one to break up a happy family." Laughable. Deveron's eyes wandered across the wrinkled face. "Highness, you have no idea what a loving family is. She will appreciate the gesture however." He lapsed back into silence. So he was to be trotted out to reassure Talia that he was in health. She knew better. He knew better. All so pointless and a waste of time. "Yes, like how she feels about her mother?" "Talia feels what she wishes to. I have no control over her." His lovely amazing daughter. That he had any part in her amazed him still. But it was very little and an accident and he regretted that he hadn't known her. But she was strong and intelligent. Qualities his presence in her life would have negated perhaps. She was better off with Eric. If that was allowed them. "Hmmm....I see...well, you may visit her when you wish. Until then, you are my guest." "A guest can leave." Pointless.... "Yes, then can. But I would like to see you visit Talia first." Deveron sighed. "Very well."
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