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No longer in the throes of an angry trance or a rage that colored her thoughts, she found that she could think about it more. And she didn’t like it.
The Revenant shook her head, trying to chase away the thoughts as she prepared for a restless slumber, but the question persisted, haunting her as much as her defeat. He could have let her fall. She knew that if their positions had been switched, she would have not shown mercy. Perhaps even expedited his descent by severing the limb clinging on to dear life. She could have done many things, save for showing mercy.
The blood she’d spilled, the bodies left in the wake of her legend – all of it would be meaningless if she stopped. She had come too far along her journey, and done too much to turn back. All she could do was keep moving forward, following her bliss until she could seize it in her hands.
Her family would be waiting for her in death, and the only thing that stood between her and that final rest was the Golden Man. She could almost envision it, as clear as day – his broken body at her feet, her vengeance finally claimed.
Only then could she return home, to the ashes of du Lac’s Hollow, and join her kith and kin in the gentle repose of death.
But that image no longer held that same clarity as it did when she broke free of her planet’s atmosphere, and took her first step into the greater story of the galaxy. And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that by the time her own would end, she would have penned the story in the blood of the Jedi.
<span class="mu-s">[INTERLUDE END]</span>
