[She cries out, fingers digging harshly into her pants until she feels her nails against her skin. She's not going to fall. Not yet. Not yet, but she wants to. She's so tired, and it's not just the torture or him. It's everything that has led her to this point.

Her face is wet, from sweat and from tears, she suspects, but she ignores it. Her head lifts so she can look at him again.] I'm a traitor to the Jedi Order. They stripped me of the title and... and of the Force. [She's not a Jedi. She's a nobody. A nothing. A husk of a person who gets to live deaf and blind to the world around her.] So just... Just kill me. You want to.