The explanation dredged up Windrun's own memories of Coruscant. Mercy had led them to the world, seeking a violent conclusion to her Kaggath with the Galactic Emperor. But it was Arris who handled the rest, who had to decide how to break the Empire itself. She remembered it - the terrorism. The deception. The gutpunch.
She remembered impersonating the Emperor, using their own cult-like control of the Empire to dismantle it with a purge order.
Those were the thoughts on her mind as Lily explained her own pain, the thoughts on her mind when Lily reached out, seeking numbness from the co-processor's noise. What she'd find beyond, instead, was
guilt for the trillions that Arris Windrun subjected to suffering with her plan. How Mercy
congratulated her, because the result meant fewer losses for the Sith Covenant. Every fleet, every Moff, every stormtrooper legion that inflicted murder and terror in the Core -
that was Arris Windrun.
But at the center of the storm was another memory altogether, the most vulnerable, the most visible that Lily could touch if she reached out. To see it from Arris's own perspective: what happened with Rox.
Roxana Bel Numen was a prisoner. The daughter of Syndicate nobility, exchanged in a faustian deal between her gang boss and Roxana's powerful father. In the end, she would become expendable, a sacrifice made to wipe the competition off the map. The kind of ugly, bloody move a crime lord made to send a message:
'There is nothing you can use against me.' And love slipped through the young Arris's grasp.
The worst part? She ran. She was within running distance of the compound when the bombs went off. Maybe she could've reached it in time, climbed up and smashed the window, rescued Rox before the flames took her. They could've escaped off-world, perhaps, made a life for themselves. At least, that is what Arris wondered. That was the fear which kept her up at night for so many years afterwards.
Arris could feel their connection. Realized it in the moment, right before she spoke.
"Don't blame her, she didn't bring the war to the Core," Arris muttered.
Her breath would be shaky if such a thing were possible.
"I told myself for a while that it was worth it... We took them off the map. Broke their regime in a single campaign. I should've been proud, right? I'm not. But I can no longer regret it either, Lily. If you want to hate me, then I understand it. If you want to kill me, then aim for the head."
She reached for Lily's lightsaber, putting it in her hand, and guiding it to rest against the right of the cyborg's temple.
"All you have to do is think, and end me."