"Yes." She sighed, pulling the lightsaber to her belt with her outstretched hand. Not moving closer to Kresst. "The kind of men they were, I can imagine that they would have tried to bring me in again." Mevenn paced, anger threatening to spill out of her again when she heard movement at the door to her little training bay.

"That's not entirely true Commander." Mach stood at the door, helmet and armour off in just the plain black jumpsuit clones wore underneath their armour. "We're bonded to you, in the same way we're bonded to eachother." Mach sighed. "The truth is if you had lost all will, and if trying to talk you down didn't yield any results. We would have changed to lethal fire. You know all our moves, everything we could possibly do. If I had to give the order to protect them I would, but I've watched your helmet footage. There's nothing you could have done that you didn't already try. You disarmed them, you pushed them out of the way. What happened was not your fault." 

Mevenn scoffed, she tried to speak. Opening her mouth but nothing was coming out of it. Eventually she barged across the room, straight past Kresst, and embraced Mach. He seemed initially taken aback by the hug, arms sprayed outwards. Given a couple of seconds he returned the hug, placing one hand on the back of Mevenns head as she started to sob into his shoulder.