He sits down on his bed and rubs his face before sighing and getting out his datapad, hitting the record function, adjusting the dial slightly
“The Sith have made me a scapegoat in an attempt to turn those who have suffered during the Mandalorian wars against the Republic, and myself in the process. There were always those who weren’t fans of me in the colony, but I’m sure there’s very few places I’ll be accepted now. Plus with my appearance being broadcasted across the holonet, who knows how far it reached.”
He sighs again, shaking his head, the action inaudible to the recorder “The better question will be what the Republic decides to do, now. Will they stand by and support me, or will the backlash from what the Sith has done be enough that they no longer wish to be associated with me? If it’s the latter, I will be effectively alone in this war. One man against an enemy that he made himself a target of. At the absolute worse case scenario, I may find myself completely alone, without allies to help me.”
He sets the recorder down, rubbing his temples “Sandra, Beryn…anyone, please…come back. I can’t do this on my own, and it may turn out that I may no longer be able to do anything at all. Sandra…I need you now more than I ever have. Please…come back…” He sighs tiredly, turning off the recorder and laying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any sleep