Editing The Sevant Murders (section)

===Sevant Finds out Who the Murderer is===

(USS Nimitz - Guest Quarters - Lt Cmdr Sevant -  0745)

Caladryll looked at the quarters, just standing inside the doorway. They were not his quarters, they were not inherently painful in and of themselves. Soon enough he would have to enter back into his own home, confront the shadows that lingered there, confront the loneliness that now presented itself for him with his family dead and cold. 

He took a deep breath, still struggling to bring his emotions under control now that his mate and children were dead. He was the last of his family line, the rest having been ripped from him. No matter how strong he had been, no matter how much he had tried to protect them, they had been pulled from him. He had been utterly powerless to do anything about it, stuck on some alien world that hadn't wanted him to be there anyway.


The enunciator beeped behind him, but he ignored it, instead letting his thoughts wander down the paths they had been taking for the last several hours. The enunciator beeped again, most insistently. Sevant shook his head and turned to the door, "Open." he said quietly. Standing right before it was one of the very last people he wanted to see, though it was her job to see him. 

"Counselor," he sighed, "Not today."

(reply Winters.)

Sevant let her talk as he was hardly paying attention to her. His gaze was fixed somewhere over her shoulder, at the next door across the corridor. He shook his head when he realized she had stopped talking, and looked over at her face. "I'm sorry, bu not..." he suddenly broke off as he caught the barest hint of a thought from her. He wasn't highly telepathic unless dealing with his now-dead family, but strong thoughts he could pick up easily enough, and Mrs. Winters-Dark had gone through her own pain very recently. A face drifted past his mind, and a name...
Someone he didn't know, but the mental connotations of what he picked up were unmistakable. She knew the killer was locked up, she knew s/he had been caught. 

It was enough. 

Sevant's face melted into that of pure anger, fury personified. He shoved passed her without another word, sending her sprawling, and took off running down the corridor with a howl on his lips. The murderer, the killer... The person who had done away with him family had been caught.
Sevant meant to find him, and rip him/her limb from limb.