||[Mar. 7th, 2005|02:36 pm]
Right, here we go. I don't have long, but I'm just going to write whatever comes into my head now and edit it up and complete it sometime hence.
Arienne Dattore, the Exile
A long time passed that day before I could face my companions again. After hurriedly shooing everyone from the medbay, including the freshly-healed Mira, I had hidden myself away, refusing to see anyone. I had to figure out what had just happened - I needed too - and being constantly reminded of my earlier embarressment was not something I needed in order to maintain my focused state.
The dream had been recurring since the time I had collapsed on Malachor up to the time that Atton appeared in my dream and broke the cycle, and I couldn't even begin to fathom why the loop was broken or why it was Atton who appeared and not someone else. My recollections of the dreams were sketchy at best - I could remember repeatedly fighting Kreia and being struck down, I could remember my shock at seeing Atton leaping into our duel, and the further shock I recieved when he... died to save me. Beyond that, the dream was a blur, and no matter how much I focused, I couldn't remember it further.