Future Sight
Pale fingers draped over the metallic, cubiform body of a holocron. They didn't clench. They rested. Motionless, lifeless.
Eurydice's consciousness was scattered in fragments, strewn about the destruction she'd caused. How could a single functioning lung unleash a scream that powerful? A mystery best left to the Force, no doubt. The girl did not understand it well enough to explain why what had happened, happened.
Perhaps she'd never get the chance to find out.
The Jedi had come and gone. Eurydice's world was reduced to distantly muffled sound and darkness. She didn't even know that she was alive, if barely.
The near-corpse laid among broken beams and shattered glass, her lips streaked with dried lines of crimson, one hand on the holocron she'd tried to offer
Diogo
, and the other several feet away. The scent of charred flesh and fabric was still pungent.The last thing she'd heard with relative clarity was the sound of encroaching footsteps. Now, they'd faded into the same muddied background noise as everything else.
At the very least, she didn't feel pain. If Ashla or Bogan or whoever was feeling kind, then soon she wouldn't feel anything at all.
Ives
