B E A C O N
Sabarene
'She's gone.' It wasn't time to dwell on it, on Corvus leaving, but every time she took a breath, awake or asleep, the last words said to her were whispered in her ears. It was why she had ventured to Chazwa, hoping that her acting out would draw the Jedi out, that maybe if she did something bad enough then perhaps Corvus would come back just out of a sense of duty.
How wrong was she.
She hadn't been prepared for the duel with the Nautolan, she hadn't truly - honestly - anticipated it happening. Nothing could have made her ready to have the shield of the Jedi not intervene. Nobody stopped her, nobody kept her from ripping those people apart - from painting walls with their bodies. Who knew how many people died in the conflict? Who knew how many people had lost their homes, their livelihoods, because she was being selfish?
It was why she had left and traveled to Sabarene, escaping public scrutiny, escaping reality.
And for what? To be alone? To get away?
To die.
Alone.
'She's gone.' It wasn't time to dwell on it, on Corvus leaving, but every time she took a breath, awake or asleep, the last words said to her were whispered in her ears. It was why she had ventured to Chazwa, hoping that her acting out would draw the Jedi out, that maybe if she did something bad enough then perhaps Corvus would come back just out of a sense of duty.
How wrong was she.
She hadn't been prepared for the duel with the Nautolan, she hadn't truly - honestly - anticipated it happening. Nothing could have made her ready to have the shield of the Jedi not intervene. Nobody stopped her, nobody kept her from ripping those people apart - from painting walls with their bodies. Who knew how many people died in the conflict? Who knew how many people had lost their homes, their livelihoods, because she was being selfish?
It was why she had left and traveled to Sabarene, escaping public scrutiny, escaping reality.
And for what? To be alone? To get away?
To die.
Alone.