Swallowing his rage did not extinguish it. He turned his back on the VIP carriage and returned to the grim work of stripping the dead.
He found the mark on the collarbone of the fourth body and the forearm of the seventh. By the twelfth corpse, the pattern was clear. The orchid with twisting thorns—the insignia of the Garden of Eternal Bloom—was present on every man they had killed.
'Fuck, It was infuriating'
'I'll just ask her,' he decided, letting out a long, heavy breath.
"Okay, Revan... listen to me," he whispered to himself.
"Keep your words in check, and watch your tone. Don't let your irritation be the reason you end up back in that void again."
He forced his numb fingers to finish tying the bundles of coats and rations.
Ten minutes later, burdened with the heavy supplies, Revan turned around and made his way back to the shattered hull.
