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"Ession is lost."
Cedric could only meet the agent's gaze with an emotionless stare. He looked down to the report that had been set across his desk, reading the dreaded words one more time.
Cities burning. Civilians slaughtered in the streets. Genocide.
The agent parted his lips to speak; Cedric waved him off. "Leave me."
The agent wasted no time in doing just, the door half-slamming behind him. Cedric drew in a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to try and understand the documents that had been set before him.
I knew their mercy was a facade.
The affirmation of Cedric's suspicions did nothing to comfort him. Upon his mother's death, he had cried for months. His sister's, weeks. His father's, days. No tears fell this time; the wound this carved through his very soul was too deep for simple sadness to describe. It was the oblivion of complete and total loss: the obliteration of an identity.
Everything I ever did was for Ession. Everything.
He drew in another deep breath, and reached out with the force. Where once he would have felt the comforting presence of Ession's people within the empyrean, all he felt now was silence. The world had been silenced.
I couldn't keep them safe. I failed. They were all I had left - what now?
His gaze fell to the lightsaber at his side. The Blade of Ruusan provided him no comfort now: the weapon had gone silent in the face of such a devastating loss of life.
Reports were already coming in detailing refugee numbers and what would be required to accommodate them. Cedric took one look at them, and found the world something far too difficult to deal with.
There is no emotion. There is peace.
Embracing the silence of the room, Cedric went to work glancing from one report to the next, the tedious task distracting his mind entirely from he reality of his situation.
Cedric could only meet the agent's gaze with an emotionless stare. He looked down to the report that had been set across his desk, reading the dreaded words one more time.
Cities burning. Civilians slaughtered in the streets. Genocide.
The agent parted his lips to speak; Cedric waved him off. "Leave me."
The agent wasted no time in doing just, the door half-slamming behind him. Cedric drew in a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to try and understand the documents that had been set before him.
I knew their mercy was a facade.
The affirmation of Cedric's suspicions did nothing to comfort him. Upon his mother's death, he had cried for months. His sister's, weeks. His father's, days. No tears fell this time; the wound this carved through his very soul was too deep for simple sadness to describe. It was the oblivion of complete and total loss: the obliteration of an identity.
Everything I ever did was for Ession. Everything.
He drew in another deep breath, and reached out with the force. Where once he would have felt the comforting presence of Ession's people within the empyrean, all he felt now was silence. The world had been silenced.
I couldn't keep them safe. I failed. They were all I had left - what now?
His gaze fell to the lightsaber at his side. The Blade of Ruusan provided him no comfort now: the weapon had gone silent in the face of such a devastating loss of life.
Reports were already coming in detailing refugee numbers and what would be required to accommodate them. Cedric took one look at them, and found the world something far too difficult to deal with.
There is no emotion. There is peace.
Embracing the silence of the room, Cedric went to work glancing from one report to the next, the tedious task distracting his mind entirely from he reality of his situation.