"Yes," she growls, "fine." It's increasingly hard to remember why she does anything. 

- it's not the girl's fault, is it. 

"Chuk. Hello again."

"Hi Mara are you ok? You don't look ok."

She tries to sound patient. "No. I - your mother thinks there's some kind of compulsion on me."

And says worrying things about the Empire that something inside her won't let her just ignore, but that comes later. 

Oh, do you want me to try to heal it?"

"If that's - something you can do - "

She can't talk but she can nod. 

"How did you get the compulsion?"

"I don't know. It got bad after I met Skywalker. I got the order to kill him after he and Vader murdered the Emperor."

"Not right before while he was still alive?"

"I mean, yeah. Just before Vader and Skywalker cut him down. Glad he took Vader down with him, at least."

(That stings to hear, but he's at peace here, and he can let it slide off him - and actually pay attention. He doesn't speak for now.)

"So he was the one to place it on you? By himself?"

"I don't know. I just saw - a vision, Skywalker, and Vader, pulling lightsabers on him, and then he ordered the hit on Skywalker and then I felt him die. Vader too. It wasn't a problem until Myrkr."

Can Ahau was the creation, can Ahau was the darkness, when you were born.
Who was your creator? Who was your darkness?
In the hour of his falling he created you, the one who controlled Mara and led her astray, the one who held the Galaxy in his grasp. The lust of creation, the lust of darkness.
Who is your mother? You have none. He bore you alone, out of his mouth, as he fell.

...What the fuck. 

...All right, maybe the thing with Thrawn worked out, but... still. 

...And how does she know that. 

Like all of it is pretty inferable from what you said out loud with your mouth.

"Right." Her voice is getting dull. "Yeah. I haven't been able to keep track of - what I've said to whom and what it implies - in a while." She's been getting around it by just not saying much since the first day on the Chimaera. She decided to come here and - talk to Chuk about things - and she decided not to second-guess it, so she's not. 

"Anyway. Your mother said you could help. Somehow."

Hun Ahau! Shout it, ye gods, ye Bacabs.
You are the seizure. You are the mad seizure, the speaking seizure, the seizure of the hand.¹
What is your tree? What is your bush? The black olbio in the west is your tree; there you took your strength.
What is your bird, your bird of tidings? The black Vader in the west, which cries a man's name.
What is your word? One word only, thirteen times over, and it is not hers.

...He senses a disturbance in the Force. 

"Sorry, what?"

"Luke do you know how to keep a malignant force presence from escaping?"

*visibly sweating*

Who am I? I am your (elder) sister now, I am your (elder) brother now. I stand erect over you.
You are cold. Cold was his hand, cold the hour of your creation.

"...No. I didn't know there was any such thing. But I'll do it."

He reaches out -

- oh.

He hadn't actually had a chance to feel Mara's presence in the Force clearly before, only a very vague sense of something sharp and dangerous and something wrong layered over it. Besides, she very clearly didn't want him looking too hard. 

Now, he can see it. It takes concentration to focus away from the mysterious entity around Chuk, or from the bizarre sense from Violet, but turning his attention towards any dark presence - it's obvious, now, the way she's fading out, less coherent, it makes the clear black lines of a dark influence stand out, no longer integrated into her mind. He only has to look.

"I feel it. ...Mara, I could probably get it."

Her knuckles are turning white. She doesn't answer.

Red is my ember¹, white is my ember, black is my ember, yellow is my ember, with which I warm her.

She twitches a little.