Future Sight
As Diogo’s proboscises fell away, so too did Gaspar fall. With his wings broken, the raven landed unceremoniously on the ground in a pile of squawking black feathers.
None of it reached Eurydice. She was trembling, terrified of Diogo, terrified of what she was doing. It was beyond her control, the Dark side of the Force using her as a conduit to employ its very nature: destruction.
The Jedi took a step forward. Then, he too faltered to his knees as the nightmare took hold.
The pitch of his voice - Mom, Dad - became boyish and raw. It made something almost physical lurch in Eurydice’s chest. Her mother had died giving birth to her, but she still presumably had her father. After being given over to the Seers at a young age, she’d only seen him a few times since then.
And never, after she’d been taken by the Sith.
Visions of another life flicked past her mind's eye, unbidden and without context. Snippets of Diogo’s worst moments made her feel sick; not just for their grim content, but because it was something intimate that she was never meant to see.
Little dark clouds still wavered at the edge of her vision. One hand pressed to the wound in her abdomen, failing to stifle the blood flow. The other reached into the breast of her robes, withdrawing a shakily held knife.
Scooting on her knees, Eurydice began to crawl her way towards Diogo. Then, in that same pathetic, tortured voice with which he called for his parents, he apologized.
Not to her, maybe. Perhaps to the purple haired woman she’d seen flashes of.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never…meant to…I don’t want…”
Cool steel would try and press itself against his throat, but no pressure yet. Eurydice bid herself to be strong, to complete this in one in fell stroke.
