Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Temple of the Grey
One week after Yutan
Alexandra winced as her body rested against her tree, hand over the wound in her shoulder and being careful with the other wounds that she had received. She had not bled out, the sith's weapon had made sure of that and she had treated herself but even then the damage remained to a rather significant extent, unable to stick herself in bacta with no one here to keep watch over her while she healed. Her breath was heavy, eyes barely open and mind trying to focus on anything it could while she sat there.
You are going to get us killed, your stupid love of this sickening Light.
You know that it won't make you happy or fix the past, but with the far more reliable hate that the Dark offers, you could fight far more efficiently. Perhaps even beat him.
Alexandra's eyes shot to the side, looking for the voice that she knew wasn't there and holding her head as she curled up against her tree. Its light aura tried to calm her but all she could do is stay there with her body shaking. She was in pain, and Hel enjoyed making that pain all the more relevant in her mind and taunting her over her failings to the point of Alexandra barely keeping her head on her shoulder sometimes. Daeda was the only reason that she could keep together at this point and even then the creature was working overtime to keep part of that pain from touching her mind.
Are you going to cry again worm, think about your family and friends. All of them are gone or have abandoned you, dead or see you a hindrance. Just die already and let me take over, you are nothing anymore and your powers failed you.
Alex looked at her saber as the words touched her mind, remaining against her tree and breaking again as she began to cry. She had failed all her students and failed at creating a family more than once, Hel was simply telling her what she already knew.
One week after Yutan
Alexandra winced as her body rested against her tree, hand over the wound in her shoulder and being careful with the other wounds that she had received. She had not bled out, the sith's weapon had made sure of that and she had treated herself but even then the damage remained to a rather significant extent, unable to stick herself in bacta with no one here to keep watch over her while she healed. Her breath was heavy, eyes barely open and mind trying to focus on anything it could while she sat there.
You are going to get us killed, your stupid love of this sickening Light.
You know that it won't make you happy or fix the past, but with the far more reliable hate that the Dark offers, you could fight far more efficiently. Perhaps even beat him.
Alexandra's eyes shot to the side, looking for the voice that she knew wasn't there and holding her head as she curled up against her tree. Its light aura tried to calm her but all she could do is stay there with her body shaking. She was in pain, and Hel enjoyed making that pain all the more relevant in her mind and taunting her over her failings to the point of Alexandra barely keeping her head on her shoulder sometimes. Daeda was the only reason that she could keep together at this point and even then the creature was working overtime to keep part of that pain from touching her mind.
Are you going to cry again worm, think about your family and friends. All of them are gone or have abandoned you, dead or see you a hindrance. Just die already and let me take over, you are nothing anymore and your powers failed you.
Alex looked at her saber as the words touched her mind, remaining against her tree and breaking again as she began to cry. She had failed all her students and failed at creating a family more than once, Hel was simply telling her what she already knew.