A sense of betrayal and confusion, confliction and fear, radiated from Mevenn. She trusted Mach with her life, like she had all the other clones. That however did not change the fact that they had turned on her. They had been her brothers in arms, they had served together faithfully throughout the course of the Clone Wars. Then they had just turned on her, as if none of that had mattered. If nothing they had done together mattered, the times they had saved eachothers lives. Lay side by side in the rain, camped down trying to get what little sleep they could while the war marched on around them. All of that was gone.

She took a deep breath, centering herself. "I was in the woods. I was fighting some form of darkside user, he spoke in riddles. The end of the Jedi, that we had already won the war. I didn't think much off it, I just assumed he was some form off new Separatist soldier, some form of adept to counter the numbers of the Jedi. Or maybe some former acolyte of Count Dooku, perhaps his would be replacement?" She shrugged. "Once I was finished with him, the rest of the squad showed up. Without saying anything they attacked me." Mevenn was glad for her helmet at this point, as tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She silently wished she hadn't removed the voice filter on the helmet, as her voice began to crack up.

"It was me or them."

A sob escaped her.

"They were my brothers, and my friends. I had no choice." Mevenns head dropped, shame filling her.