Bastila didn’t want to hear anything else. His words cut too deep. She wanted him to go away, treacherous bastard that he was, and to leave her alone. What did he need her for? Forgiveness? He could forget it; she wasn’t forgiving him, not just yet. She didn’t know if she ever could. She hoped so, because it was the Jedi’s way, but… This pain drove her further from the Jedi’s path, further from the ideal she had leaned towards her whole life. She hated him for that, too, despite how ironic it was. She was heartbroken and scared, and it was all his fault.
“What do you want, Revan?” she asked once more, her voice tired.
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Date: 2007-07-28 06:45 am (UTC)“What do you want, Revan?” she asked once more, her voice tired.