#cravked

Betrayal hurts far more than anyone ever cares to actually admit. A pain that strikes deeper than death itself as betrayal means that the person closest to you has turned against you. Then again, was it really betrayal when Kylia had died in Order 66 and the others didn't have a choice but to give in or die? Had it really been betrayal when it was life or death? Truly, Kylia knew her own answer, as it was the reason she died. Faithful and loyal to the Jedi, she would die for them again and again, for she understood their values and had been raised to respect them. They had trained her, accepted her, brought her in and gave her a path when she had once felt lost as a child. Yet, looking at the darkness, Kylia understood it too. The lull was surely there. The ability to do what she pleased had sounded nice. She wouldn't have denied that, no. Because everyone wants to be able to not hold back what's inside of their heart but she was no Dark sider, she was only meant to walk in the light. "Trilla." She greets her old friend lightly, the smile waivers upon her soft, yet warn lips. "Tell me that you did not fight for the other side? That you did not leave the Light to walk into the Dark?"

@cravked !

“Yeah, um.” They gently kicked up some of the dirt that coated the ground, tracing a pattern of anxiety into the earth. “Me too. Maybe in a better galaxy somewhere, this wouldn’t have happened, but, uh. But we’ve gotta play with the cards we’re dealt, huh?” They asked, albeit halfheartedly. Still, if she had to pick someone to go through this with, Trilla wasn’t a bad choice.

The presence she’s come to know as Second Sister resonates through the Force nearby. But that’s not correct. Trilla, they call themself. The last Inquisitor Iltkal Third Sister had known to reclaim a name of their own choosing did not live long enough to use it.