Carth: Alex, Had A Psychiatrist Checked Your Health Before You Boarded The Endar Spire? How Did You Even

Carth: Alex, had a psychiatrist checked your health before you boarded the Endar Spire? How did you even become a member of the Endar Spire's crew with your head injury and all the attendant problems???

Amnesiac Revan aka Alex: I got enough health check-ups at different kinds of doctors before the Endar Spire, thanks! How about miss "somehow I lost my lightsaber, but don't forget to bear in mind I'm saving everyone including you though"? Why don't you ask her about her mental health as well?

The world around turned out to be a lie so Malak followed passion.

Peace is a lie as well, and it happened Revan was such a good liar when betrayed everything that had been essentially important for both of them before.

His own world is a lie and Malak probably miss those times it was different...

The truth is that it's never been different...

Thank you very much! I always enjoy reading about them in your fics and the blog. I don't remember if their child was mentioned anywhere before... that question suddenly popped into my mind.XD I hope, once I can read that fic.:)

24, 26, 27, 30 for revan/malak if it's possible😊

tysm!! <3

24. who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

revan? i think she’d find it funny.

26. what would be their theme song?

idk about theme song but! down the line by jose gonzalez came to mind!

27. who would sing to their child back to sleep?

revan!!!!!! omg. i hc that she still has trouble sleeping after green & gold, so she’s usually already awake. she has so many doubts about herself as a mother, but she very earnestly does her best :’)

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends [your heart]

after everything, they regularly visit jolee on kashyyyk and drink tea with him and go on walks through the woods and heal. he is their unofficial grumpy grandpa :’)

Не с теми я, кто бросил землю На растерзание врагам. Их грубой лести я не внемлю, Им песен я своих не дам. Но вечно жалок мне изгнанник, Как заключенный, как больной. Темна твоя дорога, странник, Полынью пахнет хлеб чужой. А здесь, в глухом чаду пожара Остаток юности губя, Мы ни единого удара Не отклонили от себя. И знаем, что в оценке поздней Оправдан будет каждый час... Но в мире нет людей бесслезней, Надменнее и проще нас.

Анна Ахматова, Июль 1922

They're not my kind who left the land To enemies and plundering. I do not heed their vulgar praise. My songs are not for them to sing.

But I ever do I grieve the exile, Like inmates, like the nearly dead. Dark is the road you wander, rover, As wormwood fills your foreign bread.

But here at home where conflagrations Consume the last of youth, we go Unbeaten by the blast, our bodies Did not deflect a single blow.

We know a later reckoning Shall vindicate each hour's pain. We are the tearless of the earth. We are the proud. We are the plain.

Anna Akhmatova 

July, 1922

After defeating the Emperor and returning to Coruscant, while walking to the Jedi Temple:

The Exile *grumbling *: Exile, Exile... I have a name, as it happens...

His new fangirls *a bit confused, whispering to each other*: Does he really have another name??? Oh... Is he Alek? Or just something like that?

Revan: *dramatic facepalm*

On the Leviathan...

Amnesiac Revan: You fear...

Darth Malak: Really, Revan?! Mighty stars! Do you mean I fear you? I see your head is seriously injured if you throw accusations like this around. It's a shame you won't get enough time to dig into your memories and realize I've never been frightened of you in fact!

Amnesiac Revan: Not me... You're scared of the possibility you may kill not the right person now...