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Arina Binya's funeral.
Failure: A Funeral Without A Body
"One to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand."
"...Padawan Arina Binya was to young to die..."
Arina hadn't even been fourteen.
Tears pored down Gotan Lenkinadra's face.
She was to young.
So Young.
Too young.
She had been a child.
A child.
No matter the icy facade she always wore.
She was but a child.
It was cruel.
Her life had been cut so short.
"...She, like too many other padawan, was to young to be a part of this war..."
How many other padawan had Grevious murdered.
How many children.
How many lives did this damn war have to take?
How many had it already taken.
"...Arina Binya died a hero..."
Hero.
How well that word fit her.
A hero.
A stupidly utterly selfless hero.
"...Fought bravely..."
Arina had always been brave.
Always doing her best.
She had stood and fought even thought she knew it would only end with her death.
"...self-sacrife..."
Self-sacrife.
She was always sacrificing herself for other.
Trying to save as many people as she could/
Gontan wanted to laugh.
She had died to save ten members of the 138th.
Arina had always been able to see the future.
His padawan must have known what was going to happen.
Why hadn't she turned down that mission?
Why did she stick to her stupid belief in fate.
She had believed that she was fated to die didn't she?
If she was alive he would have screamed at her for her foolishness.
He had failed as a master.
He had failed to shake her of her ideal.
Of her belief.
An ideal and belief that had gotten her killed.
He was a failure of a master.
Gontan was unable to save his padawan.
"Rest in peace, Arina."
Gontan Lenkinadra sobbed in front of his padawans grave.
An empty grave.
They hadn't even been able to recover the her body.
He mourned.
He sobbed.
He cried.
Arina Binya was dead.
She was gone.
She might have been odd.
She might have had a slightly twisted view of the world.
She might have keep everyone at a distance.
She might have liked to make him feel old.
He might have never understood her.
He might have found her belief in fate foolish.
But Arina Binya had been his padawan.
She was the closest thing to a daughter he had ever had.
He hoped she found her peace.
That her dreams would never again been filled with blood and death.
That she rested in peace.
Master Gontan Lenkinadra died a week later.
He died at the same ones that ended his padawans life.
A foolish attempt to avenge her.
A Master was finally reunited with his padawan.
May they both rest in peace.
Arina's body was never recovered.
And I just killed off Gontan.
What do you guys thing of his death?
The talking in this chapter is more of just peaces of what was said at her futural and her masters thoughts. I felt it was wrong for people to be talking at her funeral.
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