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[indent][indent]The very idea that his life had added up to one, singular, destructive moment was unbelievable. It was both too far out a possibility and outright ludicrous to ever believe but admittedly, and he hated himself for considering this during his manic plight, if anyone could have done it: it was Anakin Skywalker. War Hero of the Jedi and Republic. The rumored. No, whispered 'Chosen One', for whatever that was worth. 

He could hear himself loudly, though he was sure it was just the mutterings of a broken mind accompanied by blaster fire and roaring flames. A chill took hold him, a raging and cold thing of unknown origin. [color=#AEA4B7][b]"Forgive me- Please forgive m-me. Master Fadi, Master Yoda, Dai Dai, Rovesta'ka... I'm sorry for r-running! I'm sorry for b-being such a... such a coward!"[/b][/color]   

In his flight from the temple he stumbled upon the corpses of several Younglings and Knights, Jedi willing to lay their lives down for the good of all. For the Republic and the Light Side of The Force. In those morbid encounters, Ashurah found no such allegiance in himself. Every single time he thought of fighting, he could feel the weight of Anakin's unnerving strength bearing on him. The ominous, almost drowning pressure that he exerted. It ushered him further and further away from everything he knew, everything he appreciated, everything he once stood for...

But it kept him alive and he felt, that though he'd hate it and himself eventually, it would continue to do so for a long time to come. 

Finally, when sensations and pure, irrational, instincts had begun to fade; the pain rushed in. The blurry, red vision in his left eye became starkly apparent. An inferno of needles rose his arms and onto his face; sliding deep into muscle and nerves. It crumpled him inward, sent him into a mind-numbing shock. He hadn't noticed it before but he no longer heard blaster fire, now it was just the sound of his heartbeat fading in his ears. Then darkness.

Then a flash of light, the opening of his eye, and... voices? A little girl's voice, worried. A old man's panicked, upset ramblings. A mature woman's voice, commanding yet urgent. She asked for several med-pacs. No, she yelled for all of them. 

Mind shattered or not, he could feel her intent through The Force, which was leaden with pain, confusion, strife, and anger for the most part. However, through her small bubble, he could sense her humanity; her intent to save no matter the cost. Though it hurt to speak, like skin ripping at the seams; Ahsurah managed a choked, [color=#AEA4B7][b]"'Ank you"[/b][/color] before falling unconscious again.  [/indent][/indent]