"My feet have trod on endless bloodied and broken bodies without pausing to wipe the blood off.
My legs have carried me across countless wartorn planets that I destroyed.
My hands have crushed the necks of many on a whim.
My arms have lifted my weapons against the Republic without remorse.
My ears have heard the dying screams of many and reveled in their terror.
My mouth has issued orders for the execution of many brave men and women.
My eyes have looked death, destruction, pain and the Dark Side in their faces and reveled in it.
My body has been perfectly attuned to destroy everything this mission and infinite more have accomplished."
Those were the words chosen for her grave as the Republic cheered the end of Revan. Her former crew-mates ,however, were not happy. Mission and Zaalbar disappeared, Canderous left to lead the Mandalorians, and the Jedi were sent to the Temple with the droids for "cleansing" after being exposed to that dark presence for so long. More like brainwashing, Carth mused.
He should have felt grief but all he could feel was numbness. He recalled her face, beautiful in its sorrow as she froze him in stasis before her last battle. Tears streaming down her face, she had mouthed to him, "I'm sorry." before going to meet her fate. He had never told her that he loved her, nor had she told him that she loved him in return. Examination of her diary after her death revealed that she indeed had loved him. But the Republic would never accept that she had been a hero, despite the testimonies of those who knew her. And so she lay on Coruscant, in the bottom of the Jedi Temple there, as a monument for young padawans to look upon and think of her with disgust.
And so at the end, all that was left of a once great undertaking, was a broken lonely soldier and one of the greatest tragedies in the galaxy.