[She's quiet, staring down at her hands as she sits in a meditative position. There are a million reasons why she could be in here. Revan, maybe. Or Malak. As far as Revan's gone, Malak's gone further.
Or maybe it's just fun for him, as twisted as the rest of them after the Mandalorian Wars.] Nobody's perfect. [Her voice is a harsh whisper, throat dry.] I did what I could.
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Or maybe it's just fun for him, as twisted as the rest of them after the Mandalorian Wars.] Nobody's perfect. [Her voice is a harsh whisper, throat dry.] I did what I could.