Eh... I had originally intended for this to be a oneshot, but then I found that it felt like each character deserved their own chapter. Nine chapter's (not including the prologue or possible epilogue) will make up the entirety and each will be uploaded as soon as they're done.
Meetra sat, seething, silently in the place where Kreia was an absence. The air crackled almost naturally around her whilst her brooding thoughts tore their way through her mind.
Somewhere during her travels, she didn't know when or how, something had planted itself firmly in her mind. It had crawled it's way into her consciousness and haunted her with every decision she made; it was her paranoia in itself, in a sense. It became a monster too large to stay in a simple corner in her mind. It's stagnant nature slowly became more and more dominant until it devoured what was left of herself and engulfed the entirety of her being.
But then, perhaps, she thinks to herself from time to time when sanity hesitantly returns, she had let it take it's dominance. Perhaps it was her choice to let go of old inhibitions and restrictions and cave in to her inner darkness. Or, perhaps - though she would never admit it to herself - it was the person who had created the seed and nurtered it into growing into the monster it was now - Kreia.
What ever the consequences or reasons presently, it no longer mattered. She had given herself up to the darkness and nothing would prevent her from indulging in her sweet sickness.
Of course there were sacrifices to be made to get to where she was now. There were always sacrifices; in the war, in the Force, in life. But the ones she had made were petty, and admittedly did not make a difference in the long run.
It wasn't even hard. They had made it so easy, always being so accepting and trusting. They hadn't even suspected.