She falls quiet for a moment, her brow wrinkling as she turns her head forward again, staring ahead unseeingly. After her talk with Obi-Wan, she thought that she just needed a little time, to process the truth of her sisters' fate, but even after so long she still feels... lost. Time hasn't given her the clarity she wanted.
Wordlessly, she curls her legs up and rests the circle of her arms on her knees, as if she's cold despite the heat from the fire. "He knew who it was who murdered my sisters. The armored warrior," she says finally, soberly. "And he knew who ordered the attack. General Grievous... and Count Dooku. They were Separatist leaders."
How strange, to know their names and deeds but little else. General Grievous she can still see in her mind, even now, as she saw him then, a metal monster ruthlessly cutting down her sisters with his lightsabers. But Dooku... she knows so little of the man, can't picture what he looks like at all. For all the pain and grief he caused her, he's just a dark shadow, barely anything at all.
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Wordlessly, she curls her legs up and rests the circle of her arms on her knees, as if she's cold despite the heat from the fire. "He knew who it was who murdered my sisters. The armored warrior," she says finally, soberly. "And he knew who ordered the attack. General Grievous... and Count Dooku. They were Separatist leaders."
How strange, to know their names and deeds but little else. General Grievous she can still see in her mind, even now, as she saw him then, a metal monster ruthlessly cutting down her sisters with his lightsabers. But Dooku... she knows so little of the man, can't picture what he looks like at all. For all the pain and grief he caused her, he's just a dark shadow, barely anything at all.