It Was Done
As soon as he walked away and climbed into his TIE, It was done.
It was done, and she had lost.
It was done, she had lost, and they had left her.
Of course, logically, Ahsoka knew why Ezra and Kanan had left her - They thought she was dead; they were saving each other; and she had basically shoved them away so they could save themselves. But, the back of her mind would not stop screaming at her -
They left you, they left you, they left you, they left you
And she couldn't breathe. Her montrals had taken this very moment to pick up on every single tiny sound and vibration it could - The rubble settling around her, her heart beating faster than it had in a very long time, the few animals there were running around near the sight of the explosion. The dull, radiating pain of her body also felt as if it were growing as the sounds were - And she couldn't breathe.
Everything was happening too much. Deeply, she did know she had to be stronger than this. She had led a rebellion, had fought her old master, and had saved hundreds, of course she could handle being on her own one more time- and yet she couldn't. Her head spun, shouting they left you, you're alone, you have failed, as if on loop, and her eyes couldn't seem to stay focused. She tried to think; tried to remember everything she had done to prevent this overwhelm before - but she couldn't.
Ahsoka fumbled with her belt and shakily backed against a wall, trying so hard to get to the only thing that could calm her. Of course, she didn't know how hearing his voice would affect her now, but it had always helped before.
They left you.
Her hands finally grasped the cool metal of the holo-emitter and her hands floundered about shakily, trying so hard to turn it on.
You're alone.
It wouldn't turn on. The explosion must have damaged it as it had her. Ahsoka let out a yelp, her eyes filling with tears and the effort of her shuddery breath becoming so loud that the sound of it, too, was causing her discomfort.
You have failed.
"No," She cried, only slightly above a whisper. Her voice was so hoarse and her body so battered that she couldn't help but fall to her knees.
And no matter how strong she had become, she still allowed herself to cry; still allowed the disheveled sobs to wrack her body and still allowed the mess of tears mingled with mucus and saliva to drip down her chin. Because, once more, Ahsoka Tano was alone.
i just watched twilight of the apprentice and i am sobbing
Also my sister and I have decided that, what with the advanced hearing of her Montrals, Ahsoka would have problems with sensory overwhelm a lot.
