Ibani snarls at him as her sword is pulled away, anger joining the despair and self-hatred in the Force.
"Why won't you let me die?!" she demands.
Her hands and her voice shake. "I was trained as an Inquisitor and an assassin. I've murdered, tortured, broken minds, adults and fellow acolytes, I couldn't even give you an estimate as to how many there have been. I could have refused."
They would have killed her, of course, but she could have refused.
"When I was eleven I murdered my only friend, when she was tied up and begging me not to hurt her, because they asked it of me and I did not want to die." And her tone turns a bit hysterical at that, at the terrible irony of it.
"I am a monster, out of place and out of time and the galaxy has monsters in it enough already."
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"Why won't you let me die?!" she demands.
Her hands and her voice shake. "I was trained as an Inquisitor and an assassin. I've murdered, tortured, broken minds, adults and fellow acolytes, I couldn't even give you an estimate as to how many there have been. I could have refused."
They would have killed her, of course, but she could have refused.
"When I was eleven I murdered my only friend, when she was tied up and begging me not to hurt her, because they asked it of me and I did not want to die." And her tone turns a bit hysterical at that, at the terrible irony of it.
"I am a monster, out of place and out of time and the galaxy has monsters in it enough already."