trans_9 | lose yourself | sensoriums

Tycho had gotten his memories restored. It had been every bit as bad as he'd feared it would be, but just because it was bad, didn't mean he could turn away. All those beings (so many beings) deserved to be remembered, deserved to have someone carry the weight of their deaths, to have someone fight for them. As well, there was also that the more information they had on the Ohm, the better. He'd also just watched the recordings of the information session Aang and Cargan had given, but nothing compared to actually witnessing it with his own eyes.

The force they were up against seemed impossible to beat.

But Tycho could not let it overwhelm him, would not. So here he was, sitting in the sensoriums, trying to find his center again, trying to find a place of peace and calm within him from which he could act with confidence. The sensoriums had flawlessly recreated the Alderaani peace gardens, from Aldera City, and now Tycho sat on a bench along one of their soothing paths, eyes shut as he just breathed in the air of his home. He breathed deeply and tried to center himself, tried to push all that fear and doubt and anger out of him.

He'd sent out a couple com messages to a few people on the ship letting them know where he was, and the sensorium door was unlocked, in case anyone needed to talk to him.

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Arha wrapped her arms around Tycho and hugged him, surrounding him with all the comfort she could muster. This was not a time for being alone. There was grief and sorrow and she would not let him be along with such things. When she had felt in such a manner over the years, there had been no one but herself.

She did not say a word, but hugged him properly, and gave him silent permission to do what he needed to do, be it cry or rage. It was not a good thing to keep such things inside. Even Fremen let themselves loose once and awhile.

Tycho froze a moment in surprise; he wasn't used to being hugged by his pilots. Then, he reached up and gently patted Arha's back. After a moment, he pulled back so he could see her face.

"I'm okay, Arha," he said softly.

Of course, whether or not she would believe him was another issue entirely.

"You are not," Arha said, fixing her blue-within-blue eyes on his face. "You speak to Bene Gesserit and Jed-Eye. In this moment, you are not 'okay', Tycho Celchu. You are distressed and you hold that within you." Her fingertips brushed his chin. "I see this, I feel it. There is nothing I can do, but this. I cannot take it from you."

Tycho sighed at Arha fondly, but then his expression grew serious again, serious and sad. "I just watched my home destroyed, and my friends killed. It's natural I'm distressed, don't you think? But ... that doesn't mean I won't be okay."

"Such is true," Arha said. "I wish that I could do more to make it better now. I, too, have had my memories of that time given back to me. It is not an easy burden, but it will have to be bearable. I think it is a thing that needed to be restored, though the pain of it is great. I know you will be fine, but...that does not mean I do not wish to offer comfort. Is this not a thing to do?"

She tilted her head to peer up at him curiously.

Tycho nodded. "I too think it's necessary, though I could understand how others would disagree."

His eyes softened at her words. "It is a thing to do, yes," he agreed softly, "and thank you, Arha. I don't mean to seem unappreciative."

"There are some that think it wrong to know the end--some are unstable in many ways and unsuited for the memories. But others, like you and, too, me, we can handle it. We do so for the worlds we have lost, for those left behind, and for the tactical advantage that may be gleaned." Arha squeezed him gently.

"Customs between Universes, they are things that can be violated. Not all cultures approve of comfort in any terms. Some have conditions, places in which to grieve, others acknowledge through battle. I would have been remiss if I had stepped over such etiquette. I am pleased I did not." She smiled, then, her teeth barely flashing. "You are welcome, Tycho. I do not like to see those I consider family in distress, but such things will happen. I am pleased you will be, in time, fine."

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