Chapter 9

All In

Clara stood in lonely solitude leaning against the wall of her own private quarters on the shuttle, which remained in a stationary position in the emptiness of space. Several hours had passed since her personal encounter with Revan, yet the tears simply did not cease falling from her eyes; such was the emotional anguish he had given her with his words.

A new wave of grief rushing over her again, she stepped away from the wall and flung herself onto her bed, sinking her face into her soft pillow. Revan was much more to her than the love of her life: he was also the one and only true friend she ever had, and the single person in which she could confide all of her inner secrets and feelings. While she secretly appreciated the presence of her three personal servants and wished that she could consider them as her friends instead of as mere servants, she knew that it could not be, for betrayal, manipulation and opportunism was the way of the Sith.

She had lost all will to direct her subordinates or even to co-ordinate with Scourge regarding Revan after her former lover had broken her heart. All who saw her storming to her room thought she had a pressing matter to deal with, but they could not see the tears that lay behind her dark hood.

Summoning what small courage she could, she lifted herself from her miserly state and decided that she had to confront Revan again, otherwise her entire plan would crumble into ruin. She wiped away her tears and straightened the messy strands of her hair. Groggily rising from the bed, she opened her door using the Force, to see that Teela, her Rutian Twi'lek aide was patiently standing outside.

"Are you alright, milady?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Yes. I'm fine, Teela," Clara managed a tiny smile, although it was still masked by an air of depression. She slowly turned right and made her way down the corridor back to where Revan was being kept. "How is Revan?"

"He's currently being interrogated, milady," Teela replied nervously. "Lord Scourge is personally pressing him for information."

Clara stopped without warning, her body stiller than death. "What?"

"Lord Scourge, he's…"

"That brute!" Clara supressed a scream as she walked with furious pace towards the interrogation room, Teela following quickly behind.

They soon came to the source of a raucous chorus of lightning blasts and cries of pain, and Clara blasted the entrance with a brutal Force Push which caused the heavy metal door to crash against one of the torture droids that Scourge had previously been using, crushing and destroying it utterly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Clara screamed without fear at the towering Sith Lord who looked at her with eyes that all at once expressed his outrage at her disrespectful behavior.

"I am interrogating him for information. Do not interfere!" Scourge was driven by uncontrollable anger as he directed a short, but potent wave of Force Lightning at Clara. The Sith Lady didn't even blink, swatting away the attack with a lightning-charged hand of her own and destroying yet another torture droid.

"He is my responsibility, Lord Scourge," Clara angrily declared. "So I must therefore ask you that you do not break him before I can get a chance to acquire the information and co-operation that we need from him."

"You have already tried, you petty little worm, and you have had no success," Scourge barked back. "What is needed to gain any information here is rigorous torture. I am doing just that at present."

"Carry on like that for any longer and you might kill him instead," Clara firmly said. "The Sith have no need of deadprisoners."

"Bah! Do as you please with him!" Scourge roared and punched Revan across the face to relieve his own frustration. Revan's hair was now a sweaty mess, several strands interlocked as they lay over his eyes. He gasped for breath, his voice even hoarser than Clara remembered it being.

Scourge stormed out of the interrogation room, every giant step he took shaking the surroundings like an earthquake. He turned quickly once he reached the corridor, knocking Teela, who stood around the corner in his direct path, against the opposite wall with a single swift movement of his hand. The Twi'lek gasped in pain as she recollected herself and walked to the gaping hole of the interrogation chamber door.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Clara spoke to her in the way a mother would to a daughter, which she would only do when they were not in the presence of other Sith.

"Yes, milady. I am fine. I thank you for your concern," Teela panted, holding her right forearm in pain. "I shall await you outside." She bowed to her master, and dutifully retreated to stand guard at what remained of the door.

Turning around, Clara's eyes dimmed with sorrow as she looked at the tattered and broken figure that was Revan. With a single glance upon him, Clara's heart overtook her again and she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his mauled body as she wept. "Revan…what has he done to you?"

Revan let out a painful chuckle. "Heheh…the same thing you did to me, Clara. Except he was far more keen on using Force Lightning."

"Heh. After a mind wipe and an unspeakably brutal round of torture, I can't believe that you still have your old sense of humor," Clara smiled, then kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"I thought you hated me, Clara," Revan remarked. "You know – the wife thing and all."

"Darling, I…" Clara sighed, brushed away the strands of hair from Revan's eyes and stroked his brow. "I know what I did and said after you told me the truth. But I could never bring myself to hate you: no matter how hard I try or how much I attempt to persuade myself that I hate you, I simply cannot. I hold nothing but love for you. You may not love me the way you used to, but my feelings for you have never changed, nor will they in the future."

"Clara," Revan murmured, emotions of shame and guilt building up within him almost to the point where he himself wished that he had never fallen for the Republic fleet's trickery that day…

"You are like a thorn in my side, Revan; a thorn which keeps trying to pull me back into a past reality which I know can no longer be reconciled with the present. Your very presence makes my heart race in a way that I had not felt for as long as we had been apart. Every fiber of my body and soul longs for your tender touch, Revan. Jedi Knight…Sith Lord…power…dominance…nothing else mattered to me, my love. Only you. Which is why I must ask you this." She backed away from him slightly, then averted her attention to the Force-supressing cuffs which bound his wrists and ankles to the steel board. With a simple wave of her hand, all four locks clattered open and fell to the floor.

Revan was free.

"Clara…why would you…," he whispered in shock: she had not even pressed him for a second for information regarding his motives, or even for his co-operation in her schemes.

Clara spoke tearfully, looking up at him with eyes that were as red as a flame, but with a light that reflected the utmost sincerity. "Revan, I ask you this not as a Sith who seeks to manipulate or use you to achieve her own ends, but as a lover and a friend who needs your help. If you do not help me to destroy the Emperor, then he will ultimately destroy us all. He destroyed all on his Dark Council out of suspicion many years ago in the past, and he can do so again. You know that he has to be stopped, if an invasion of the Republic is to be avoided."

"I…," Revan stammered, unsure of how to say to her what he had in mind.

"I need you, Revan. I'm tired of living in fear. Help me. Please." She sank her head back into his chest, cherishing its warmth.

"I've come out here to stop the Sith, Clara. You know that," Revan told her, holding her by her shoulders and drawing her away from him. "As much as it pains me to say this, that also includes you."

Clara looked at him, dismayed. "Revan, please forget everything I said to you during our first encounter here. I know now that it is pointless for me to seek to overthrow the Emperor and supplant him; whoever seeks to do so could only suffer the same fate as him if they succeed." She tenderly placed her hands on his chest. "But please, for the sake of all that we once shared, help me just this once. Help me to kill the Emperor."

Revan looked at her cynically. "How do I know I can trust you anymore? You've embraced the ways of the Sith – your eyes can't lie to me about your inner nature, Clara, no matter how you try to coax me with your words. When one Sith falls, another rises up to take his place – it is inevitable."

"Do you not remember what I've told you, Revan?" Clara stroked his face. "I love you. More than anything. The Sith mean nothing to me compared to you."

Revan did not stir, instead looking at her with a gaze that displayed nothing but distrust.

"Very well, then," Clara sighed. "If you believe that you cannot trust me," she reached her right hand inside the left of her Sith robes and pulled out her lightsaber. She held it temporarily in front of her before Revan's eyes, then took his right hand and planted it in his grasp, "then go ahead and kill me. Now."

Revan's hand began to tremble as he gasped. "What?!"

"If you will not help me, Revan, then my life is forfeit," Clara replied, placing her hand softly upon Revan's and drawing it up until the hilt of the lightsaber pressed against her heart. "If I am to die, I would rather have a simple, clean, merciful death by your hand rather than be subjected to the endless torture of Nyriss or the Emperor."

"Clara, don't do this," Revan shook his head. Now, even he could not deny that feelings still lingered in his heart for this woman who represented everything that he currently stood against. Blood rushed up through his veins as his hand grew almost deathly white with Clara's lightsaber in a vicegrip around his fingers.

"Do it," Clara uttered, her tears falling down onto his hand. "Do it, and you can finally be rid of me. Do it, and you can go and seek to destroy the Sith in whatever way you please. But know this: without my help, you shall ultimately fail, and the Emperor will go on to reign for eternity, destroying and consuming all life to satiate his never-ending hunger. Kill me, and you kill the galaxy itself. The choice is yours, my love. Will you kill me now?"

-o-

Restless and growing ever impatient as he waited for his master to return, HK's eyes brimmed red with anxiety. Regardless of the master's meatbag status or the sad, irrational emotional behavior he so loved to undulge in during his time on Telos, HK knew that such an extended period of absence on the part of his master was something that required looking into.

"Disgruntled complaint: It has now been exactly eight hours and 47 minutes since the Master's departure," HK remarked as he entered the engine room, looking down at T3 who was conducting maintenance work on the hyperdrive. "Perhaps it is time that you and I strolled out to investigate?"

T3 made a series of disapproving beeps in response, telling HK that they must remain on the ship.

"Surprised response: What do you mean we have to 'stay on the ship', you rust bucket? The Master may be in danger – we must protect him at once," HK said, cocking his heavy assault rifle that he had begrudgingly accepted from Canderous weeks ago.

T3 replied again.

"Infuriated answer: What do you mean we 'can't go out there', you despicable scum?! I shall repeat once more – the Master is in danger!" HK bellowed, his red eyes searing with anger.

T3 turned fully from the hyperdrive this time, and argued vehemently against HK-47.

"Dire threat: I do not care if that is what the Master commanded of you, little one," HK warned, pointing his blaster straight at T3. "We shall go out there and search for him, and shall not cease to do so until he is found. And if he is no longer on this barren rock, then we shall venture out to find him."

T3 tooted in disappointment and rotated his head back and forth, acting as if he were accepting HK-47's demands.

"Instruction: Good. Now lead the way to the loading ramp. We shall proceed out with caution," HK said, keeping his blaster aimed at T3 who rolled out in front of him. The apparent obedience from T3 caused HK to lower his guard and his blaster for a single moment, providing all the time T3 needed to swiftly turn around and blast him with a disabling ray. HK crumpled to the metallic floor, and T3 proceeded to drag him to the storage room of the Ebon Hawk.

The astromech droid dutifully carried out his instructions given to him by Revan with great sadness, piloting the ship back to find help and safe refuge. As if by a stroke of fortune, the Sith fleet was stationed above the other side of the dead planet, completely oblivious to the disappearing presence of the Ebon Hawk.

Dearest and most beloved Revan,

It has now been more than three weeks since your departure, and the pain I feel is just as strong as it was back then.

I miss you. I miss you dearly. My heart cannot help but feel empty, as if one half of it has departed forever to a place from which it shall never return. I think of and worry for your safety always. I truly loathe myself for selfishly wanting you back so greatly when I know that you are fighting for the future of the galaxy, for our family, and for me.

Our child is growing strong – this I can feel within me day by day. In truth, I had always wanted it to be a girl, but I grow more convinced with each kick it gives me that it is a boy. Why else would a child be so feisty as it is, if it is not your own boy, my darling?

You may feel assured to know that I am being well looked-after; Mission has always been caring for me along with Zaalbar, and Carth is providing me all the support he can when the demands of his work do not overbear him. They are truly the family I have been longing for for so long, ever since my separation from my mother and father when I was just a little girl. The amount of love and care they have given me is indescribable, and I shall forever be grateful to them.

But nothing could ever possibly fill the hole that your absence has left in my life, my love. No matter how much I try to urge myself to go on, I cannot help but fall and weep with despair at times. Your tender touch, your loving eyes, your arms around me, the sheer passion you arouse within me when we are together…these things I could never let go, no matter how hard I tried.

I should have given in to the desires of my heart the moment we met on Taris. I must confess that I had fallen in love with you almost in an instant that day. The days, weeks and months that we could have shared with one another as we both had wished during our quest to stop Malak…it makes me regret so much.

No matters what happens, Revan, I will always love you. You are the only one to whom I entrust my heart to, in this life and the next. May the Force bring us together again.

Soon after Bastila laid down the pen with which she wrote a solitary letter which would never truly reach Revan, she let out a wholehearted sigh and slumped her shoulders and head. She knew that such an act was pointless; that she was merely providing herself with a momentary respite before her sadness took her over again.

She felt useless. What good was a Force ability that allowed her to affect the outcome of colossal battles and wars, if she couldn't even use it to help the one she loved who was fighting alone in the farthest corners of the galaxy?

A teardrop fell upon the letter, wetting it and creating a small smudge against the ink. She rose from the couch of her living room and moved towards the open veranda with the letter in hand, breathing in and out deeply as the cool air rushed over her. She leaned forward against the railing and took out a lighter from her skirt pocket with her left hand, igniting it against the letter which caught aflame. She released it and it went fluttering away with the wind, burning to ashes which scattered far across the surface of Telos.

Shedding another tear, Bastila retreated silently to her bedroom, awaiting Mission and Zaalbar's return.

-o-

"So, Revan, do you know where we will be headed to next?" Clara asked him while the two of them looked out at the vast, empty expanse of space ahead from the bridge of their unique Sith shuttle, which leaned more towards being a light cruiser by Republic standards.

"Obviously not," Revan chuckled, discovering the Clara had kept her sense of humor that he was so fond of. "That's partly the reason behind me wandering aimlessly out here, you know. I was actually kind of hoping you could tell me."

"Hmph. Well, I can't blame you," Clara grinned. "After all, we've had our good share of fortune many times back in the old days by just acting and moving on your gut feelings."

As if it was drawn in by nature, Clara's hand moved towards that of Revan's without her being aware, holding it tenderly. Revan's fingers retracted with instantaneous reaction, and their eyes soon met again, Revan's inner conflict contrasting Clara's lingering yearning for him. Clara looked away in disappointment and began to shift her hand away, but to her surprise, Revan took it back with a firm hold.

Clara's heart swelled with Hope as Revan did this, but that hope soon died away as she realized the true reason behind his act: he sought to provide her with emotional comfort, but nothing more. No genuine love could be seen in his eyes for her. She began to doubt whether he could possibly love her ever again. Nevertheless, she took whatever solace she could, before getting back to the matters at hand.

But if he truly no longer cared about or loved her, why did Revan spare her life and decide to join her in her bid to depose and eliminate the Emperor? In this, Clara found a source of hope that she was not about to easily give up. So long as Revan had even the smallest amount of feelings for her, she would commit herself forever to winning back his love.

"Do you remember it, Revan?" she asked. "The day when we first began to fall in love with each other?"

Revan chortled. "No. Unfortunately not. My visions don't exactly come on a voluntary basis."

"I'll have to refresh your memory, then," Clara smiled, fondling his hand. "You remember Master Vrook Lamar, yes?"

"Of course I do. How could I possibly forget that permanently disgruntled guy?" Revan grinned, and Clara joined him in laughter.

"Haha…well, it was about a week after that 'spoon incident' on Coruscant that we were sent to Dantooine to continue our Jedi training as young children. We were both put in the same class under Vrook's tutelage, which I remember I was extremely unhappy about because of what happened between us. He was an asshole, that much I clearly remember. I still fondly recall you muttering to yourself that he was an 'old, angry ogre' after our first training session."

"How did that make you love me, exactly?" Revan raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Do you really think I fell for you just because you're a ridiculously handsome man, Revan?" Clara looked at him while seductively tilting her head sideways with a sweet grin.

Revan replied stupidly. "Well…yeah."

"You're also a good-humored person. And sweet. That's why I fell for you," Clara turned him towards her and poked him on the chest.

An eerie sensation festered in Revan's heart. He could not do so while strapped to the metallic board upon which he was given a most brutal torture, but now that she opened herself up to him, he saw her as something other than a simple Sith.

Despite all that she stood for, he somehow saw her as a true friend again.

"I'm surprised, Clara," Revan spoke, changing the subject to shift their focus. "You look the same as you do in my visions of the past. Nothing has changed about you."

Clara laughed in a friendly manner with unfeigned humor, the first time she could do so for more than she could remember. "It's only been three years, idiot. People don't exactly change significantly in that short a time."

"Well, except for me, of course," Revan smiled. He was astonished himself at how quickly he forgot or became oblivious to everything except her: his brutal torture under Scourge, the brief yet emotionally painful injection of Force Lightning from Clara, the still-tattered state of his robes, the fact that he was surrounded by Sith…Everything suddenly became insignificant or negligible now that he was with her again.

Strangely enough, Revan admitted inwardly to himself that he was, in fact, happy. Bastila was still well and truly in his heart, and yet he took please at Clara's company. Her eyes were no longer the serene emerald green he fell in love with, but that did not matter to him. The very fact that barely minutes ago he was forcibly made to hold her lightsaber against her heart, but currently standing hand in hand with her and feeling true comfort was, in short, disturbing.

It was a most peculiar feeling. On one side, Revan felt deeply repulsed at the mere thought of betraying Bastila, but on the other, having Clara standing next to him felt so…right. Proper. As if it were meant to be. As if he owed something deep and meaningful to her.

No, Revan thought, snapping out of the trance-like spell he was in. My current feelings for her only stem from my guilt of having lead her down this path. I owe it to her to enable her to redeem herself and come back to the light, as I did.

But could she truly be redeemed, as I was? Or will she come to realize the truth and repent only when it is too late, like Alek?

His thoughts were broken as Clara replied.

"Not surprising," she puffed. "You could change yourself in a day if you wanted to. And who knows what might have happened if we had succeeded? You could've changed the lives of billions of people in a single breath. The entire Republic, united under one banner without the bickering of the fools in both the Senate and Jedi Council, to combat the tyranny of the foe we now venture to fight."

"I don't recall you ever being such a poet with words, Clara," Revan jokingly smiled.

"I learnt it from you, obviously. I still remember every speech, every proclamation you gave to troops and civilians alike, firing them up with the passion and courage to fight the Mandalorians. Every word fueled with emotion still lies etched forever in my memory."

"Milady, please pardon me for interrupting," Syl, Clara's Lethan Twi'lek aide bowed in courtesy after hastily approaching the Dark Lady and former Dark Lord, who looked as majestic together as they had ever been in the past.

"What is it, Syl?" Clara turned and asked, separating hands with Revan. Unlike her superiors on the Emperor's Dark Council who would treat their underlings with snide contempt and even punish them at times for the slightest offences with brutal beatings or even death, Clara highly respected and cared for her three aides, resulting in their unquestioning loyalty to her.

Her question was answered, however, when she could feel the trembling of the floor beneath her. She rolled her eyes and dismissed her aide. "On second thought, never mind. You may go now, Syl."

The Twi'lek bowed again and quietly left, and her place was soon taken by the lumbering figure of Scourge, who upon both Revan and Clara with equal disdain and hatred.

"Lord Scourge…how nice of you to join us," Clara said disinterestedly, giving Scourge only a brief amount of attention before averting her gaze back out towards space. The lack of proper courtesy and respect clearly irritated Scourge, who would have seized Clara's throat if not for the presence of Revan beside her.

"What is the meaning of this, Clara?" Scourge scowled, his voice subdued but still as terrible and menacing as a howl. "Why is this wretch not being held in the torture chamber as he should be?"

"This 'wretch', as you call him," Clara explained, "has agreed to aid us in our bid to kill the Emperor. I just needed to find the right method of persuasion, that's all."

Scourge stared at her for a moment in silence, giving her a probing look which expressed that he was curious about what methods she exactly used, but then was not truly interested to find out.

"So what's the plan, Clara? You still haven't really told me," Revan said calmly, also apparently not intimidated by the presence of Scourge.

"Yes. I should indulge you in our plan now, should I?" Clara admitted. "Very well. Before we can make our attempt to kill the Emperor himself, we must first weaken the Sith war machine by sabotaging the facilities that support its fleet construction, scattered across many worlds. I shall send out my aides and a sizeable number of the most highly skilled special troops and mercenaries under my command to accomplish just that. Meanwhile, it is imperative that you, Lord Scourge," she turned to face him, "return to Dromund Kaas with all due haste and contact Lord Nyriss. It has now been little over a week since our departure from the capital, and should people see us arrive back at the same time, there's no doubt that suspicions will be raised. Remember that the Emperor has spies spread across the entire planet that most others are not even aware of."

"One issue still remains, girl," Scourge grunted. "Just how exactly do you intend to trick the Emperor himself? You know just as well as I do that his ability to sense betrayal is unrivalled."

"And you know just as well as I do, that he has never questioned your loyalty to him, milord," Clara retorted. "I have only ever read of the number of times that you have stood by him whenever some fool made a half-hearted coup attempt. But we both know that the time has come to end the Emperor's reign. He has grown too, ambitious, warmongering. Where once he could control his hunger for more power, it is now clear that his hunger controls him. As for the task of tricking him…"

Revan looked at her in curiosity, as she locked herself in a brief moment of thought before continuing.

"I leave that entirely up to you. You can even tell him one half of the truth, by informing him that someone on his Council seeks to supplant him, I don't care. Just make sure that you don't cast suspicion on Lord Nyriss; do so, and you cast suspicion on me – our entire plan will consequently be ruined. I will inform you of when I intend to personally seek an audience with him once I come to Dromund Kaas with Revan, by sending one of my aides to contact you. You must seek an audience with the Emperor before that, so that you are present in his throne room alongside us when we arrive. We will feign loyalty, then confront him personally. Pretend that you stand with him and against us when we do so, then kill him quickly by your own hand. The Emperor cannot be defeated in a head-on battle: he must be manipulated and fooled."

"It is easier said than done, girl," Scourge spoke condescendingly. "The Emperor is known to be able to sensean impending ambush or assassination attempt even before it happens. He trusts no-one: he merely distrusts some more than others."

"Works for me either way," Clara smirked, coiling a lock of her hair with her fingers. "Even if you don't kill him yourself as quickly as we'd like, I'm sure we could handle him in the end, considering that Revan is on our side," she smiled at Revan slyly. Scourge shuddered in rage, his pride having been stung by being defeated by an individual, let alone a species, he deemed to be inferior to him.

"That will be all," Scourge grunted and spun around. It could be told from his eyes that he wished to speak to Revan out of his admiration of his battle prowess, but his pride forbade him to. "I trust you will live up to your end of the plot, and I will mine."

The Sith Lord walked quickly away to begin his swift return to Dromund Kaas, leaving the two of them alone. The underlings working at consoles and computers didn't dare to even look up at him, such was their fear of the monstrous Sith.

"Hmph. I think he actually respects you," Clara chuckled, nudging Revan on the arm.

"Respects me? What makes you say that?" Revan elbowed her back.

"He didn't strangle you like he does with me on occasion. Though honestly, I actually allow him to. Scourge has a habit of becoming destructiveif he is provoked enough, and I prefer to have my living arrangements and furniture the way they are."

"If by 'respect', you mean the inflicting of severe bodily pain and neck cramps, I take that as a good sign," Revan said sarcastically, although he felt initially mildly incensed to hear that Scourge had hurt her in such a way. "So are we really going to wander around in space for a few days while your servants do all the work? That sounds a little dull."

"No, stupid," Clara flicked him playfully on the arm. "We're going to indulge in a little mischief as well. The two of us have to head to certain worlds where only we could possibly disable the Sith fleet construction facilities. My servants are useful, but even they have their own limits, upon which I must personally step in to take charge of operations."

"Ehh…I'm really not the type for sabotage missions," Revan winced. "To be honest, I always left that kind of work to HK-47, or a Twi'lek friend of mine."

"Hah. Head's up high in the clouds, so you can't even manage the basics, huh?" Clara laughed. "Don't you worry, Revan; just stick by me and follow what I say, and you'll be fine."

"Odd. I thought I was always the one giving orders to other people when I was a Sith," Revan pouted jokingly.

"Not really a Sith anymore, are you now?" Clara rolled her eyes. Revan simply grinned and shook his head at her.

"Milady, we will be entering hyperspace shortly," Teela approached and informed her with a bow. "Syl, myself and the others await your orders."

"Thank you, Teela," Clara nodded to her faithful subordinate. "I shall instruct and delegate missions to you all shortly."

Teela bowed and departed, and soon the calm sight of still stars in front of them was replaced by the bright flashes of hyperspace. Clara, in a reflective moment of silence, stepped closer to Revan and leaned her head softly against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. Revan did not make any move to suggest objection on his part.

"Revan," she whispered softly into his ear, "I never got the chance to say this but…I truly am grateful, from the bottom of my heart, if it even exists anymore, to have you by my side again. I assure you, I will never betray you as Malak did, because...I love you."

Driven by the voices of his heart, Revan's arms crept up to hold Clara in a warm embrace. But, remembering his true love for Bastila, he refrained, instead placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get back to the task at hand, Clara," he said to her, his eyes expressing his regret and empathy for her feelings. Clara looked aside in disappointment and shifted away from him, her heart visibly wounded as she walked away back to her quarters, leaving Revan to stand wordlessly alone on the command bridge.