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An uneasy silence filled the air. The only break was the occasional cry of the wild and the sound of rubble falling or knocked free. A bardottan stood in the destroyed ruins of the temple on Ossus - he took a side trip to the temple before returning to the great library. He had spent some time on Jedha tending to the wounded of this painful act, and standing here made it no easier. He bent over and picked up a piece of the temple, staring at it as if to be seeing something associated with it.
Bruce sighed in resignation. He wanted to revisit the site to confirm the already known, to pay a bit of respect to the fallen. He dropped the rock before rubbing his forehead; he stumbled away from where he stood to a nearby nook. He was tired, he had developed a headache - he pushed himself a little more than he was use to. Funny that, this was probably a terrible place to go when a being should be resting to recover. But, he needed this, wanted to take it all in - he might be able to salvage something before he returned to the library, part of the reason why he wanted to come by as well.
He tilted his head back placing it on the stone walls. Although painful, he did suspect that this was a safe haven. There would still be teams here, catalogue the fallen, retrieve what could be lost. It had been sometime since the attack but the work would never be done, not for some time at least, he suspected.
The stone was cold, yet was comforting.
"Friends. Brothers. Sisters. A tragedy." He closed his eyes - whispering, recalling some of their faces. He was wrestling with the emotions brought up by such pain and suffering. Times like these, things were certainly a lot harder for him to work through.
Bruce sighed in resignation. He wanted to revisit the site to confirm the already known, to pay a bit of respect to the fallen. He dropped the rock before rubbing his forehead; he stumbled away from where he stood to a nearby nook. He was tired, he had developed a headache - he pushed himself a little more than he was use to. Funny that, this was probably a terrible place to go when a being should be resting to recover. But, he needed this, wanted to take it all in - he might be able to salvage something before he returned to the library, part of the reason why he wanted to come by as well.
He tilted his head back placing it on the stone walls. Although painful, he did suspect that this was a safe haven. There would still be teams here, catalogue the fallen, retrieve what could be lost. It had been sometime since the attack but the work would never be done, not for some time at least, he suspected.
The stone was cold, yet was comforting.
"Friends. Brothers. Sisters. A tragedy." He closed his eyes - whispering, recalling some of their faces. He was wrestling with the emotions brought up by such pain and suffering. Times like these, things were certainly a lot harder for him to work through.