"Here we all stand on this canvas of white,
Our palette holds but only one shade tonight.
Silence snows in, in her wintery chill,
Letβs paint the ground red with the blood of our kill!"
βΏ πππ¦π: βKaythβ
βΏ ππππ π¨π ππ’π«ππ‘: [REDACTED]
βΏ ππ₯ππ§ππ π¨π ππ«π’π π’π§: [REDACTED]
βΏ ππ©πππ’ππ¬: Human
Portait Files: SW Kayth
Home.
One of many singular words with such complicated meanings. For Kayth, βhomeβ has been many things. A place. A person. A concept. But not once has it ever been what it is meant to be- permanent.
Once, it was a place. A small village upon an insignificant planet within the galaxy. Buildings of marble and stone bricks, and cobble paths lined with wisteria trees- chimes swaying from the branches to allow the wind to carry their melody even unto the grassy fields that overlooked the rivers and mountains. A place of warmth, of comfort⦠of peace. But even now, it is gone.
The buildings have been reduced to crumbling ruins consumed by ivy, the cobble paths littered with rubble and untraversable, the wind unable to carry the melody of the chimes burned to ash. And Kayth? A relic of what once was- a girl with the weight of the lives of those she had to carry to the pyre resting on her shoulders.
Maybe this wouldnβt have happened if she had never left. Maybe this wouldnβt have happened if she hadnβt taken that job for the [REDACTED] and that damned [REDACTED] unit. Maybe this wouldnβt have happened if she had just told Ambrose that she had needed his help. Or maybe it would have happened no matter what. Maybe it really was her fate to be surrounded by death. Maybe it was karma for what she had done under the orders of the [REDACTED]. Of what she had becomeβ¦
"Hell hath no hold on a warriorβs mind,
See how the snow has made each of us blind?
Vibrant colors spray from new dead,
Staining the earth such a beautiful redβ¦"
βItβs been years, doll. The war has been over for a year, and home has been gone for years before that. Why do you keep holding on? Why canβt you just-β¦ let go, and move on? Thereβs nothing to be scared of anymore! The Mandalorians lost- what are you so scared ofβ¦?β
You know what Iβm scared of.
βItβs kind of funny, isnβt it? So many monsters with faces hidden behind helmets, and yetβ¦ none of theirs are the one that scare you the most, are they? No matter how far you run- no matter where you disappear toβ¦ the one that scares you the most can never leave you, can it?β
Please stop, you donβt need to-β¦
βIsnβt that right, Kaythira?β