"Twilight swelling, moonlight breaking, from the wounds winding like vipers in the sky, let this be all I ever see…" – Ode to Innocence, Aaron McMullan
There was a certain grace to failing – a beauty in the stumbling of the untouchable. Like watching a tree struck by lighting flare into flame, brilliant but terrible.
That was what her Master strove to teach her, time after time, when her failures built up and frustrated her, and made her want to cry and rage at herself for being so weak. That to err was to be human – that it showed she was growing and learning.
But surrounded by the bodies of her closest friends, next to a stranger who had put all of his trust in her, feeling the life fading from all of them – she couldn't help but think about all the mistakes she had made to get to where she was. And she begged for forgiveness from the Force. She begged for deliverance. She begged for the lives of the people she loved.
The Force didn't answer her.