With the Capitol taken, The 501st and 212th were being shipped out once more. As the remaining members boarded, Vex took a detour, finding his way back to where he and Krell fought. He could still feel the dust and ash that remained of his left hand and forearm, feel as it was taken away by the winds of the planet, dispersing into the air.

On the ground, small particles still existed, and an idea began to form within Vex's mind. He closes his eyes, feeling for each separate particle. From across the planet, the remains of his lost limb begin to return, gathering into a ball of dust and ash before Vex.

"They say you can't be everywhere at once." He mutters to himself, as millions of tiny little doorways open beneath the dust/ash ball. "Let's prove that wrong." He sends the particles across the galaxy, letting them merge with each planet. The sudden influx of senses sends him to his knees, his body sweating and shivering, from the searing heat of Mustafar to the icy weather of Ilum.

Minutes pass as more and more senses continue to overload Vex, his form sweating, goose-bumps forming across his body. He hears people scream on the planets torn by the war, or their own civil wars, feels the pain of those who die, brutally and peacefully. He doesn't notice as Rex lies him down, ordering for a group of medics to bring a stretcher to his position.

Flashes of events blur in his sight, the Jedi fighting against the droids on numerous planets, all while his form is taken aboard a medical shuttle and brought to the Resolute. His vision darkens, as his body begins to shut down, internal nervous system frying itself.

As his organs begin to fail and decay, they begin to rebuild. Each cell regenerates itself, dark tendrils of Null Energy fighting to rebuild the failing body, strengthening the organs, more and more, as they continue to die from the overload, until they begin to rebuild and stay, fighting off the death that would be certain for a normal being.

Within his mindscape, Vex watches as darkness continues to try and break through the light, before being forced back by the light, as it seems to shine even brighter. This process repeats, until he closes his eyes from the light, lest it blind him.

"You're lucky to be alive." A voice that held no gender, yet had enough emotion to fill a void, spoke from the blinding light, which began to dull, allowing Vex to open his eyes, noticing the black mist that held itself before him.

"What… Who are you?" Vex questions weakly.

"I am the Null. A manifestation, at least. I've been keeping your body together, kept your soul tethered to this body as well." The mist explains.

"How?" He asks.

"I'm forcing it to rebuild. To strengthen. To hold all of these senses you should not have even tried to bring upon yourself." The mist states in frustration. "You are lucky that I care for those within my hold."

"Lucky?" Vex questions through grit teeth. "How am I lucky to be in your hold? To seemingly live life after life of pain, of torment, of loneliness!" He begins to shout. "HOW AM I LUCKY TO BE HERE?!" The mist disperses, as darkness encroaches into the mindscape.

A fire that seemed to burn beyond his figure spread through the darkness, as screams and cries echo. Before him, demons roam the land, bringing souls of the damned to cells, where they are ripped apart, over and over as their bodies heal and regrow lost pieces, nothing ever strengthening to resist continuous torture. Heads are ripped off bodies, spine, flesh and muscle torn alongside it. The sight fades, with demons turning to angels, souls of the dead walking among a great city, not a care in the world, smiles of joy and contentment adorn their ghostly visage, even as the angles morphed into beings of darkness, consuming souls eagerly, none of the dead noticing, or even screaming as their bodies turn to flesh and are torn apart, eaten by the false angels.

"While in the realms you visit, this is how things work, it is the reality behind it all. No matter what, the dead suffer. Most of the time, they are consumed by those that dwell within, sometimes painlessly, like Heaven, which 'frees' them from their chains, or they are tortured for eternity. Purgatory is the middle road. A place where lives performed acts of both atrocity, and heroics. Those who sacrificed for the greater good." The mist explains softly.

"W-What happens to those I meet?" Vex asks.

"Depending on their actions, and beliefs, they go to their version of Heaven, or Hell. The Jedi, become one with the Force, in this case. The Sith, are either trapped into objects through their alchemy, or they simply fade from existence." They explain. The surroundings shudder and shake, dust and dirt, that should not exist, crumble to the ground. "Seems your body is adapting well. You're waking up."

"Doesn't look that way." Vex notes, watching as the mindscape crumbles away.

"It's just for show. You'll be fine… probably." The mist disperses at its own words, as darkness consumes his vision once more.

The familiar walls and ceiling of the Jedi Temple's Halls of Healing fogged Vex's vision, as his eyes catch focus.

"I see you awoke. Guess they did know what they were saying." The Healer in charge states.

"Healer Che. We need to stop meeting like this." Vex groans, sitting up in the cot.

"That's your problem. You're the one who keeps getting injured." Vokara Che retorts, her face keeping the serious visage. "What the kriff did you do to yourself?"

"Basically, I over exerted my powers. I should, by all intents and purposes, be dead." Vex admits. "I'm not sure I will be joining any battles for quite some time."

"No. You will be kept here in the Temple, monitored, as your body adjusts." She affirms.

"As long as I'm not completely bed-ridden, I'll take it. It'll be interesting to talk with some of the younglings." A small smile adorns Vex's face, at the thought.

"Only the first week. Beyond that, it will just be regular check ins and tests. Your body rebuilt itself, and if there is a way to replicate-"

"There isn't." Vex interrupts her. "What happened to me, would kill anyone else. Even Yoda, even the Jedi of the Old Republic, would not survive. I'm sorry. If it would have been successful, I would have helped." Vokara sighs in understanding.

"I see." She states. "Anyway, I've got other patients to attend. I presume you will be somewhat fine between visits?"

"You know me, Vokara. I'm not completely like Anakin." He smirks, as she rolls her eyes and leaves. At least Vex had the time to explore his songs, meet others who could help him one day.