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The clouds hang thickly in the air, and a crisp chill pervades the night. Double moons blaze brightly in the sky scape, flanked by ten thousand stars and casting an eerie glow upon the stone tomb, as a lone, dark figure slips downward from the heavens. With a casual flick of his hand, he rolls away the barrier. Moon rays penetrate the dark recesses of the crypt, illuminating the sarcophagus situated at the center of the room. He stares for a few moments, taking in the sight before him and studying the symbol emblazoned into the floor. Her symbol.
He can feel The Father's fading presence, for his grief and despair hanging heavy in the air. Sighing, The Son descends into his sister's tomb and waves the coffin lid back to reveal her corpse. The moonlight shimmers on her hair and glints off the dagger. Even in death she is beautiful.
He kneels and gently brushes his hand along her cheek.
"So cold," he murmurs.
He steps backward and retreats toward the wall. The coolness of the marble is comforting and helps to calm the slow burning furor within.
"You told me once that we'd always be together, that…" he paused. "You promised to love me until time ceased to exist."
He turns away from her body, afraid to show his face. At once he decides he needs to gaze upon her for just a few more moments.
"Do you love me still, when it was by my very own hands that death came to you?" He stares down at them, horrified, as if they are monsters attached to his own body.
"You were everything I ever wanted to be. Bright. Shining. Beautiful. Kind. Loving." A single tear slips down his cheeks, but he moves not to brush it away. The salt burns his cheek, searing a mark into his pained face.
"I know we were at odds for most of our lives, but during some moments, those small glimmers of peace, there was hope and life and love." He smiles, remembering those happy but brief flashes in time.
"And in your absence, I know that my darkness shall prevail. Yet even in my darkness, I shall always remember your light."
He bends slowly and kisses her upon the forehead.
"It's ironic, my sister. You were the only one I truly loved." The tears threaten to rush forth, and he slides the dagger from her clasped hands.
"I never intended for you to die. I'm… I'm sorry."
He gazes one last time upon her face before sliding the lid of the sarcophagus back into place. The stone is reset before the entrance, and the tomb's final visitor takes his leave.
*Author's Note: After I wrote Cor Unum I honestly thought that would be the only story I would contribute to the Star Wars: The Clone Wars fandom. Evidently, the plot bunnies weren't done. The Mortis arc really fascinated me, especially the relationship between The Ones, and I loved that we were able to see an ever-so-slight glimpse into The Son's true feelings for The Daughter. There were so many feels during the tomb scene, and I couldn't resist exploring them further.
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