She hasn't moved from her position, still staring down at the sand where she buried the sabers. As long as she is kneeling here, it's like time is on hold, and she doesn't need to do anything she doesn't want to. Doesn't need to be the Jedi of the galaxy, leading the next generation of Force Sensitives to be... well, she didn't even know.

She didn't know what she was anymore. It felt like something was missing. Something... empty.

Slowly, she looks up, looking round. There's... there's a familiar feeling. Only she can't place it among the saddness and pain. What is that feeling?