*The woman on the recording looks broken down and beaten her voice trembling and a low hush*
All I can see is that look of pain and anger, the anger turning to rage the rage making him loose himself. He could have easily killed me, when he used the force to crush against my body making it hard for me to breath, I though he would. My head flooding with the images from when he killed that slave master that night at the pens.
My head is hurting like nothing I have ever felt and I am sure he has done something to my mind, that pressing pain behind my forehead and the blow to the head from the rocks are the least of the hurt.
I don't know how to survive this it feels like my soul has been ripped to shreds.
I just wanna run away but to what end, he was my life... He still is... Calling me Sith?
He knows how much I despise that word... Nothing has ever hurt me like this... No blade or saber ever cut this deep...
The pain floods everything. For him to look at me like that...
And the coldness in his voice and actions afterwards.
Why did he not just kill me... It would have been better than this but then again maybe that is why he did not...
And what of Sav? Will he try to hurt him because of me? I don't know him like this... He was the monster I see the Sith as but that I never though of his as... before...
Can I ever look into his eyes again, now that he sees me as nothing...
Oh Please Gods just end it now...!
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