It had been almost an entire week since Grandmaster Voran and herself had fought for their very lives to purify the dark nexus which had plagued Coruscant and its city. Maura, injured and worn out to the point of exhaustion, had been sent to recover in the medical bay along with the three kids she'd saved. The boy who didn't make it had been returned to his parents where he had received a funeral. Maura could've gone, but she hadn't.
After a day in bacta, the girl was technically fully recovered, and yet she'd stayed curled up in the white bed for the past five days. She was exhausted, mentally and even spiritually, and just... not ready. Not ready to return to the Jedi. Not ready to return to her duties. She knew that one day she would have to roll over, get up, and return to them. But for now, all she wanted to do was sleep.
'I killed him.' Though she knew it had been necessary, she continued to have nightmares about that boy. His teeth that fell out, the wrathful, hateful shadow that wanted to take his body, and the mental anguish she'd felt when she stopped his heart. Her nightmares mixed with the not-Drow from the station, and they grew worse and worse until the padawan couldn't bare to even close her eyes.
'Why?' She'd do it again, if she had to, but why was she forced to undergo all this? Why couldn't she move on?
"Padawan Starwalk, Grandmaster Voran is here to see you."
With a sigh, the girl sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, detangling the blonde locks. They lingered at the singed hairs that she'd cut off with her own lightsaber - her padawan braid, gone. She'd passed her Knight Trials. Soon, she would be Knight Starwalk, rather than Padawan Starwalk. But she didn't feel ready. If she couldn't even handle that, whatever that was, how could she be ready?
"Master." Maura acknowledged Alex when she entered the room, but didn't meet her eyes. Alex would see her apprentice seated with her legs hanging over the side of the bed, dark circles under her eyes and no sparkle in her eyes. It was clear that the girl was grieving, and clear she hadn't quite moved on.
@Valen Pelora
After a day in bacta, the girl was technically fully recovered, and yet she'd stayed curled up in the white bed for the past five days. She was exhausted, mentally and even spiritually, and just... not ready. Not ready to return to the Jedi. Not ready to return to her duties. She knew that one day she would have to roll over, get up, and return to them. But for now, all she wanted to do was sleep.
'I killed him.' Though she knew it had been necessary, she continued to have nightmares about that boy. His teeth that fell out, the wrathful, hateful shadow that wanted to take his body, and the mental anguish she'd felt when she stopped his heart. Her nightmares mixed with the not-Drow from the station, and they grew worse and worse until the padawan couldn't bare to even close her eyes.
'Why?' She'd do it again, if she had to, but why was she forced to undergo all this? Why couldn't she move on?
"Padawan Starwalk, Grandmaster Voran is here to see you."
With a sigh, the girl sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, detangling the blonde locks. They lingered at the singed hairs that she'd cut off with her own lightsaber - her padawan braid, gone. She'd passed her Knight Trials. Soon, she would be Knight Starwalk, rather than Padawan Starwalk. But she didn't feel ready. If she couldn't even handle that, whatever that was, how could she be ready?
"Master." Maura acknowledged Alex when she entered the room, but didn't meet her eyes. Alex would see her apprentice seated with her legs hanging over the side of the bed, dark circles under her eyes and no sparkle in her eyes. It was clear that the girl was grieving, and clear she hadn't quite moved on.
@Valen Pelora