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Word would spread through the GAR—Fox had killed a brother. It had not been necessary. He could have wounded him. Stunned him.

He’d shot him through the heart. Fox rarely missed what he aimed for.

Which meant he’d aimed for the heart.

He was having trouble seeing, and it took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t his helmet—it was his eyes. Because he was weeping.

Force damn it. Where the hell was he anyway? How had he got here? He was so tired…

Fox stopped running and leaned against a wall, blowing hard to the point of hyper ventilating. He reached up with trembling hands and tugged off the helmet. Cold air slapped him in the face—making him very aware of the tear tracks down his cheeks and the rain that was bucketing down.

He found himself in an alley near the junction he and the other Corries used to reach the Grounders, a few levels below Coruscant’s officially recognized street level.

Yes. Perhaps that was good. His subconscious knew it was safe here. Secret.

He bent over to rest his hands on his knees and try to get his breathing into some semblance of normal.

He’d had it on stun.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40399263/chapters/102173730

…..recently, he’d had two incidents that he just….he couldn’t remember . He had no intention of telling anyone. Things like that got you decommed faster than Grizzer ate everyone’s socks. But Fox prided himself on his control, and to have utterly no idea what he’d done or said…

He swallowed the pills with his cold caf.

“I’ll check in with Bagger. What’s the second thing?”

“Hound may have told the kid how to access the building for um…emergencies.”

What.

Fox stared at his second. “He told …did he eat Grizzer’s food? The kid sees us enough as it is. And it’s dangerous for him. You know that. He’s better just sticking with the Core snobs and…”

“Hi Fox!”

A slight figure clad in what ought to have been a crisp cadet’s uniform slid under Thorn’s arm to stand cheerfully before him.