[There is so much suffering here. Suffering and pain. It's wretched. Ahsoka's never seen anything like it on such a scale before, not in all her three years of war. The weight of it is immense. Ahsoka clenches her jaw and keeps going, pushing through. But the throng only gets thicker as she goes, and their cries are threatening to overwhelm her. She hasn't come this far to give up, but it would be... so easy...
No. She won't.
She gathers herself again, mustering for a second wind. Maybe she's approaching this wrong. She feels the Force around her and, instead of drawing it into herself again, she sends it outwards towards the clamoring souls. A pulse of calming energy, imbuing it with light and warmth and whatever happiness she can dredge up. She might not be able to end their suffering. But maybe she can give them a brief reprieve.]
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No. She won't.
She gathers herself again, mustering for a second wind. Maybe she's approaching this wrong. She feels the Force around her and, instead of drawing it into herself again, she sends it outwards towards the clamoring souls. A pulse of calming energy, imbuing it with light and warmth and whatever happiness she can dredge up. She might not be able to end their suffering. But maybe she can give them a brief reprieve.]