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The Sith scribe felt a wave of emotions he was not fully prepared for. He embraced every single one of them regardless of what others would say or think of him. His eyes seemed to slightly tear up as he looked upon the damaged body before him and was for the most part unaware of the presence of Sadr as the man entered into the medical wing of the vast archives. It was only when she seemed to be peering upon another did the Sith glance at the other present and possibly began to speculate who this individual was.

When the woman he had been searching for used the force to take back what was rightfully hers Byrons eyes seemed to widen as a sudden realization occurred to him. It was the flicker of that broken saber that forced Byron to drop his guard even more and when it was finally deactivated Byron would quickly embrace her in what would appear to be a heartfelt hug.

"How did you escape Mor?" Byron muttered only to then pull away to get a better look at his friend. He could scarcely imagine how she was able to escape and even found it harder to think what it was that the Emperor wanted her for anyway.