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As the chemical factory began to explode around them, as chaos descended and ruin made its way in the final spiteful actions of petty men... the universe seemed to pause and fork. In one branch, the Sith had never tried to create something from the Rancor, or perhaps they had died off, and Fay had never met the Jotun, and would have proceeded to have a lightsaber impale her, before she had to make the ultimate sacrifice to allow for millions more to live, having the cure returned by Obi-Wan, even as deep in the core, the dark would laugh and gloat that a long term thorn in their side, a legend of the light, was cast down.
However, in this branch that baleful red light impacted a pair of wings formed of light, and the dark sister who bore that bloody blade winced and cried, an arm thrown up to protect her eyes. For that light was not light as most would know it, but rather Hope, Compassion and Mercy given form and expression. A sad smile was on the ageless Jedi's face, as she turned, her head inclined in sympathy, a hand reaching out.
For the light had not burned and scoured Asajj Ventress, not reduced her to ash. 'Come back into the light, there is hope yet!' sang those wings, but, rage and pain ran through her, a poison not entirely of her own making, as chains within and without made her flee.
But, as those wings retracted, Fay shook her head, lips sad, even as she placed a hand on Kenobi, to restore his strength for the journey ahead. While it had been a rough and confusing start, she had grown rather fond of the Jotun... even as she despaired at understanding their sense of humor. Still, she had work to do yet, and lives to comfort and save in this war.
But one of these days she was going to find out who had told them of her reputation as an angel of mercy and have a firm talking to with them.