Caedus still did not feel very well. He had never wanted to kill any member of his family. Even when he had made Mara his Sith sacrifice, he had mourned, bitterly, painfully, mourned. Pitting himself against his family still hurt on some level. Especially when they had stolen Allana from him.
But even with all his vindictive resentment, he hadn't wanted to kill any of them. Especially not his twin. In her last moments, she had forced open their twin bond. He had felt her death. He had felt it rip into his soul. He had felt the world get cut in half. He hadn't taken long to find the responsible party. Alema was still a quivering puddle of pain in the industrial zone where he had left her. She hadn't left yet because she didn't have the strength to move. But he wasn't finished her with yet. He had already issued orders for his company flunkies to pick her up and fix her up, even so far as to sew her lekku back on. But her punishment wasn't near finished.
He was wearing all black, complete with a black leather overcoat he had recently gotten. It looked sleek. It also fit his mood. When he finally reached the Hyperion, his daughter was already waiting for him. He walked up to her, having just missed her heartfelt sentiment. He looked down on the black tangle of her hair, hesitated, then placed his hand on her head in a way he hadn't done since she was a little child. He hesitated again. Who had the right to comfort the other, anyway? So he simply asked, "You felt it?"