Trys knew it was stupid to come here. She was normally extremely cautious, and she took measured steps each time. And yet Crix was her achilles' heel. She loved him more than her own life, and she was willing to die to protect him from the galaxy. She didn’t even know if he was alive or if this entire thing was a trick. She couldn’t risk it. Trys couldn’t risk telling anyone, and she was forced to abide by all the rules set by the Sith.
Her ship landed at the coordinates marked on the message that the Sith had sent her. Trys lowered the ramp of the ship and stood at the doorway, exhaling slowly. She could very well die here today, and none of that crossed her mind. She only thought of Crix and whether he was still breathing. She had to mentally ask Talak for forgiveness for however today would turn out.
There was no anger in her, just a sense of defeat. Perhaps this was her hour. Perhaps everything had been leading up to this and her demons finally caught up to her. Trys wouldn’t hesitate to hand herself over if that’s what it took to keep her son safe. A thousand regrets played through her mind, the main one that she hadn’t introduced Talak to Crix. Talak could have protected him and perhaps none of this would have happened. What if...what if… what if… all of those what ifs swam through her mind.
Trys’s face betrayed nothing, her usual stern expression on her face still. She slowly made her way down the ramp, no visible weapons on her. Trys expected to see the Sith any moment now, and she expected to die moments after that. Was she ready to make peace with where she was today? Were all her efforts completed?
Would Crix be taken care of?
Trys exhaled again slowly, training her gaze ahead. Whatever was coming, she was prepared.
@Dread