Neriah stared amidst the streets of Coruscant, soot and cinders falling from the air as she took in the civilians. The people who required help. Screams and sobbing echoed through the air as the Acolyte aimlessly wandered through said streets, watching those who were brave enough to come out of their hiding spots. Those already fighting for supplies, for food. Dead being dragged off. All of this suffering, that she had indirectly had a part in. Yet...there was not a single ounce of regret or sympathy found within her as she stared down at the corpse at her feet. Her gaze focusing in on them, as there was one single thought in her mind.
She looks like me.
Soot and blood streaked hair framed the body laying at Neriah's feet. Had they been an innocent civillian caught up in everything? Had they played a part in the battle that had happened? The Acolyte crouched down to look the corpse in the eyes. The only difference between the pair. Even in death, the corpse's eyes seemed to be brighter than Neriah's own. Even as a pair of lifeless blue eyes stared into Neriah's cold hazel gaze, the literal corpse seemed to have more life to them. Neriah gave a simple sigh, closing her eyes in thought for a moment, before lowering her hand to close the corpse's eyes.
It wasn't her. Not in a literal sense. But it would be easier for her to think of this way. She had died here on Coruscant. The person she was now wasn't Neriah. Her master wouldn't even recognise who she was now. The Acolyte pushed herself up to her feet, before taking her hood and throwing it over her head to conceal herself, and turned her head away, spinning around on the heel of her foot, stepping off into the night.
"...Goodbye Neriah."
