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[b][color=red]"Odette."[/color][/b]

Ben pulled her to a stop, keeping her from bringing him over to the bed for rest. She looked to him in confusion, though the look on his face made her pause, slowly releasing his hand, the realization that something really was wrong hitting her like cold carbonite. His hand raised in front of her face, causing her to flinch and take a step back, her eyes wide. Then, she couldn't move. It was as though the Force itself had gripped her and she was unable to escape no matter how much she struggled or tried to fight it using her own force. The only movement this hold of the Force allowed was the fearful trembling in her body as she looked to him, though he wouldn't meet her own gaze.

His hand found her cheek, and his words sent daggers through her. Luke had done what? No. That had to be some sort of mistake. Luke wouldn't try to kill Ben. Had he gone to speak with Ben and something gone wrong? And if he had tried to kill Ben was here, then....oh no. Where was Master Luke? The look on Ben's face, that dark laugh at the mention of Luke, told her the answer to that. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, falling onto the hand that held her cheek with such gentleness. She could feel his affection for her in that touch, yet his words and expressions left her devastated, unable to find comfort in such affections.

He was going to destroy the temple. Kill everything and everyone. No! The Padawans! He couldn't! They were young, some still children! They had helped to raise the younglings, as though they were brothers and sisters. How could he do this? She struggled more against the hold he had on her, trying to break through the dark chains that held her in place, but failed. It was too strong. 

Coming closer to her, his face was no more than an inch from hers, his dark eyes meeting her gaze finally, apologizing, though it sounded far from sincere. Tears continued to stream down her face. For so long, she had thought she could help him. That she could continue to pull him toward the light and save him from such a fate as this. From the dark that had threatened to consume him. Only...she couldn't. She saw that now.

She had done so much, to hold onto him as tightly as she could...and she failed him. 

A sob escaped her as she remained in that hold, [b][color=00aeef]"Ben...Ben, please...you don't have to to do this..."[/color][/b] She pleaded and begged, only it fell on deaf ears. He thrust his hand out, and she found herself struggling to stay awake. What would he do with her? Would he kill her once she was out? Leaving her for last so that she could see all the damage he had done? Then finally rid himself of her, the last remaining hint of his light? 

A choked sob of his name escaped her lips, before finally her eyes slid shut, and her body fell limp.