Emily closed her eyes, sinking to the ground in relief. She deactivated her weapon and sat it down next to her. Her breath came out in huffs. She wiped the blood from her mouth with her the back of her hand. "I know it's there, too. But I can't just get rid of it. Aya was a mother to me. And they took her from me. Then they tried to take me, too. I wouldn't let them then, and I won't let them now. I refuse to be a Sith." She said, her words clear and strong. Her hatred would always be there. But she wasn't one to just give in to something. Least of all the Dark Side.
[member="Hakora Cinthra"]
[member="Hakora Cinthra"]