She had woken up screaming again.
It had been happening more often these days, no matter how badly she had tried to escape it. Her master wondered why she had barely slept in the past few months, but she had never told. If her master found out, she would be considered weak. Despite the truth in those words, she could not allow it. Her master had said she had incredible progress lately, and she didn't dare to be the one to prove that statement wrong. She couldn't let them know just how weak she truly was.
Keeping her eyes firmly shut, the woman ran a shaky hand through her hair. She hated it when she woke up from these dreams. Dreams where she would be haunted by the faces of people long dead that she had failed. Dreams where their dying screams echoed in her ears, breaking her and causing her to shatter farther than ever before. Mira, Bao-Dur, Bastila, Mission, Aurali, Shayne, all dead. Dead, because of her.
Formerly blue eyes snapped open, now an eerie yellow that practically glowed in the infinite darkness of the room. As much as she wanted to deny it, to embrace her dark heritage, she couldn't do it. She had given in enough to undergo the expected changes, but she could never give up everything she had before this had happened to her. Before she had failed. She missed their faces, their smiles, and the sound of their laughter. She missed Aurali's friendship, and she missed Shayne's love.
Burying her head in her hands, the broken and defeated woman shed tears for the ones she had failed. Deep in her black and fragmented heart, the woman knew she couldn't have done anything. Her crew had been surprised, completely unaware of what was going on. They had been attacked with impossible ferocity, and the attackers had easily restrained her. Slowly, they had murdered every single person she cared about, and with every death, a part of her soul had died. With every helpless second that had passed, she had lost herself forever. They had meant to break her, and they had succeeded beyond repair.
She had failed them. She had failed them completely. Not only had they died because of her weakness, she had given in. Her dark heritage had won and taken control of her shattered self, turning her into a servant of the dark.
Crying harder but silently, the exile shook her head in hopeless despair.
Forgive me my friends, for my weakness. Forgive me my friends, for my failure.
Anything familiar belongs to LucasArts/Bioware/Obsidian. Tyla Moore belongs to Shadows of the Storm. Aurali Adrics/Shayne Desaneh belong to Aurali Adrics.
Forgive Me © Shadows of the Storm
