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The shadow passed, as the gaudy bright light of Coruscant was dimmed slightly when a vessel secretly and stealthily landed. What was more important, was who was piloting the thing. The capital city, the crown jewel of the Republic hadn't changed in the years since he had been here last.

When he last saw the daylight of this City. Before he was born into who he was now. A better man, for all intents and purposes. At least he had a purpose. And this purpose was ridding the galaxy of the criminal. Yes, it was a rather big, daunting, and altogether impossible task. But he did it anyway.

Who else would?

But he had promises to keep, something he had broken a long time ago. The ship was nestled secretly somewhere in the bowels of the city, whilst the dark figure that he had become dashed from walkway to rooftop to balcony to lift to stair, remembering the old steps he used to take. Believe it or not, he did this for fun once when he was young, mostly just to hear the cries of his old master at 'you're gonna fall, and it'll take you forever to fall!' Which made him curious to what was just below there. He wasn't that deep right now, but deep enough to be away from the bright, comfortable upper levels. The seedy streets, they were. Dark, dank, and full of nasty people. However his reputation preceded him, and people knew that the Dark Knight had come Home. So they themselves stayed home that night.

The tiny low level apartment was even dirtier and poorer than he last imagined. But she was here. She had to be. He had gotten through the window rather easily, dropping to the floor with barely a 'plip,' his long ,heavy cape swishing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the dark.

His voice croaked a little from lack of use when he finally said her name.

"Pru?"

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She gave no response other than the slightly tortured rasp of her breathing. But he, who knew her so well, could feel the battle going through her wasted frame. She would not leave him unless her Master stated otherwise.

And thus he was fighting the growing panic that threatened to overwhelm him, to fight back the emotion that was trying to undo his composure. At last, they were here. The doors wooshed open and the attendant at the front desk looked a little surprised to see a man with what seemed like Jedi garments and the large robe, except black. He huffed, it hadn't been too much of an exertion but he was already at the limit of his stress point with Pru getting weaker by the second.

"Please." Was all he could say.

"Uh, set her down here," a floating gurney was summoned, except the attendant had to practically drive a wedge in his arms to force the Dark Knight to give her up and place her down.

She gave a faint whimper as his arms left her, one hand grasping for him before she fell still again.

His hand brushed hers as she grasped for him one last time. He said nothing, but he felt...home. Home for the first time in a very...very long time. But there was nothing he could do now except wait, and he didn't like not having control of the situation. There was nothing he could do, and he hated that. Especially since it was mostly his fault that she was here now. He stood there dumbly for a moment, watching them take her away.

"Sir?" asked the soft blue droid nervously a little over an hour later. "You may come and see your companion now."

Bruce snapped out of a little Jedi meditation trance, it was the only way he could bear waiting that long with no control over anything. He said nothing except more or less stalked into Pru's room, he knew where she was without even tapping into the Force.

He sucked in a breath before he entered, taking off his dark hood again.

She turned her head toward the door as he came in, already looking better despite the tubes and machines she was hooked to. Her green cat's eyes were bright with affection and welcome as she smiled that special smile that had been reserved only for him since they were both tiny.

He let out the breath in a hiss, not liking the machines she was hooked up to at all. At least she wasn't in a bacta tank at the moment. He found himself echoing that special smile, it felt odd on his face, he hadn't smiled in...well...come to think of it, probably years.

"Are you okay?" he came to her bedside.

"I am now." Her eyes searched his face, seeing the changes the years had wroght since she saw him last. He had grown and matured while he was away, that much was clear. But she sensed something else as well; the coldness that had always been there was stronger now, walling him away from his emotions.

A slight furrow appeared between her brows as she set a hand over his. "How are you?"

He looked her over a long time as well, able to see her in proper light this time. Despite looking a bit thin and weary, she had the same bright eyes, the same demeanor that he had remembered, ever since they were kids. He glanced down at her hand over his, but did not pull away.

"I'm fine." And he was, physically. But as for his psyche, well, that was another story. But he wasn't going to tell her that. She probably figured it out already, anyway, her cat's eyes (the eyes he was so fascinated with as a child) seemed to dig further than the surface. His coldness was apparent and very clear.

The very slight change in the attitude of her brows, the barest of quirks to the corners of her mouth, told him what she thought of his reply. But all she did was wriggle over slightly, offering him space to lay down.

He understood her response, but said nothing more. It was who he was. She scooted over, and it took him a second to figure out what that meant. A stray memory of them when they were small, snoozing together in a pile in the earliest days of the Jedi academy, not even the best efforts of the masters was able to separate them. And if they succeeded, the moment they turned around they'd find the small boy there once again. He was very attached to her, after he had lost his parents he had no one else to turn to, no one else he was close to. She was, his best and most probably only friend. True friend. He often forgot that, unfortunately. But at times like these he remembered it strongly.

However, years apart of mistrust, suspicion, and deception, and just latent, pent up anger had sunk in so deep it was inherent in his character and could not be removed easily. The layers of walls over his emotions were thick and sturdy. He didn't sit down on the bed, but simply stood there.

"How...how have you been? I mean...well, what have you been doing all this time?" The words were stilted, almost embarrassedly sounding.

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