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Sun-mi hadn't expected to hear from the Jedi again. They hadn't seemed interested in helping her when she had first gone to them. She had been desperate then, she still was. She didn't know what else she could do - which was a lie, she had had ideas but they were all terrifying, almost as terrifying as the dreams themselves. Because that was what they had to be, right? Wouldn't she be more certain if she was killing people? If her sleepwalking had actually become... something else entirely?
Jahuani had told her not to assign guilt to herself, but how could she not? She had seen those woman's deaths so vividly, she had felt it when the life left their eyes. It made her feel sick.
She's nervous about meeting her. Scared of what it could lead to but she also can't keep living like this anymore. Sun-mi gets there early, she's paler than normal with dark circles under her eyes. She's jumpy too, she half expects something to jump out at her. It made her stand out in comparison to everyone else there but Sun-mi was past the point of caring. Once, she would do anything not to draw attention to herself but that was before the nightmares. Before she saw the woman's face on the holonet.
Could it just be a coincidence? She wasn't force-sensitive, so why was this happening if she wasn't a murderer?
Sun-mi hadn't expected to hear from the Jedi again. They hadn't seemed interested in helping her when she had first gone to them. She had been desperate then, she still was. She didn't know what else she could do - which was a lie, she had had ideas but they were all terrifying, almost as terrifying as the dreams themselves. Because that was what they had to be, right? Wouldn't she be more certain if she was killing people? If her sleepwalking had actually become... something else entirely?
Jahuani had told her not to assign guilt to herself, but how could she not? She had seen those woman's deaths so vividly, she had felt it when the life left their eyes. It made her feel sick.
She's nervous about meeting her. Scared of what it could lead to but she also can't keep living like this anymore. Sun-mi gets there early, she's paler than normal with dark circles under her eyes. She's jumpy too, she half expects something to jump out at her. It made her stand out in comparison to everyone else there but Sun-mi was past the point of caring. Once, she would do anything not to draw attention to herself but that was before the nightmares. Before she saw the woman's face on the holonet.
Could it just be a coincidence? She wasn't force-sensitive, so why was this happening if she wasn't a murderer?
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"I thought it was just a regular nightmare at first," she says after a few moments of silences. "But then I heard about a woman being murdered, exactly like in my dream. And then I saw a holo of her face and... it was her." Her fingers pull at the hem of her sleeves, needing to find something to do to keep her grounded in the moment.
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"You are certain, then, that it isn't a coincidence? I have seen many things crafted by the mind, in a state of stress. Not that I doubt you, but I must ask - and, with your permission, I will try and...sense out your answer. It will tell me much, and inform our next move."
The choice of wording was careful - they were in this together, from the beginning. She was not some investigator barging into her private life, but she wanted to do things much better than that.
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"They're so... vivid. I can..." her voice trailed off and she looked back down at her lap again, her stomach felt as if it was twisting into a hot and angry knot. "I can feel them die."
She didn't think she would ever recover from seeing the light leaving the women's eyes or the feeling of their bodies finally going limp. After that things were blurry. And then she'd be in bed again, either waking up from a nightmare or waking up after a night of killing someone. Which meant either she was going crazy or she was a murderer.
"I just want this to stop or... or to be stopped," she looked up again, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't care what it takes."
I hold it as a compliment that you did...I love this thread.
"One way or the other, I will see it ended," she promised. She took several deep breaths herself, restoring her own calm - the idea that this could happen to someone was upsetting, at least to anybody with empathy, she felt.
"Let us see what can be done. We can get you a suite for tonight - a change of environment may have an effect. And I will stay by your side, the whole night. I do not require sleep in the same way as you do, necessarily. So I can be alert the entire time."