Meditation was something that Draulvesi turned to often, looking to push away the intrusive thoughts that came along with her service. When she took the oath of a Jedi Shadow, she fully understood the risks and accepted them regardless of her own detriment, a price for being bold enough to stand just face-to-face with the Dark Side with the hope that it may be stopped before its corruption of larger communities, systems, and the galaxy at large.

There were sins committed that not even she would utter to another peer. Draulvesi had abused her talents, already twisting them into weapons of her own obsession, becoming hunter and slayer. Some small tinge of regret did exist in her mind, but it was long since fleeting - long dissipating and almost faded away. Part of her enjoyed snuffing out their lives, having a direct hand in the deconstruction of monsters that would otherwise do far worse things than herself.

And yet, there were other things that she refused to acknowledge.

Loss.

Draulvesi couldn't face her own loneliness. Surely she understood the concepts of life and death just as any other mortal, yet something remained broken. In some small part, she believed that if she persisted along her current path, if she spilled enough blood, then something resembling solace - retribution could be achieved. Vengeance.

Of course, these were not the dealings of a true Jedi.

Where the Order had refined Draulvesi and given her a way to cope, the Sith had forged a murderer - a once simple person now hellbent on seeing to their demise.

Only time will tell all.


Only strength to persevere.