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Location: Moraband; Sith Tombs
Standing before the pristine casket, Maliel could think only of herself. All of her characteristic empathy was gone, transformed into an all-consuming narcissism that reared its ugly head in the face of inconvenience. Tears welled up in her eyes, fighting gravity with a stubbornness she would normally be proud of. "You'd think I would feel sorry for you, but I really just wish you'd get back to being a raging, heartless bitch."
She chuckled a little at that, imagining how proud Kira would be of being called a bitch. As much as she hated to admit it, she still cared for Kira, and even loved her in some ways. "I wish you'd just come bother me."
A tear finally fell. Maliel had held off on visiting the crypt for week, convinced it be a waste of time. She had spent the last few weeks convincing herself that she didn't care, and even managed to attend the funeral with a nonchalant attitude about her. She finally had to let go, as she realized sitting in her quarters in denial wasn't moving on.
"I guess I'm here because I care about you." she said slowly. "I guess it's safe to say that I wasn't as angry with you as I thought. Apparently I'm just too forgiving, even if you did ruin my life." Maliel put her head into her hands, massaging her temples and wiping tears from her eyes. "Dammit, why am I even talking to you?"
Like many well-trained masters, Maliel knew all about force ghosts. That didn't mean Kira would become one. If anything Kira would be rejected by the force, as far as Maliel was aware. She had never heard of any Sith creating a soul remnant in the force. When Kira first died, her thoughts turned to the legends, only to be disappointed in the extreme.
Kira was gone, and Maliel was left with no one.
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