Cyria rolled over as a familiar humming noise reached her ears, the blankets shifting against her shoulder, making a slight sound as it rubbed against the fabric of her tunic. Opening her eyes, she sat up, her eyes flicking from the empty place beside her to the source of noise at the foot of the bed.

Kneeling on the floor by the end of the bed was Cyria's missing lover: Sev Markin, his shoulders shaking silently. His hand covered his face, his black hair falling forward. In his hand was a lightsaber hilt, the red, slightly humming blade angled down and to the side.

Cyria bolted out of bed, extending her hand for the lightsaber she no longer owned. Instead, the blaster lying on the table beside the bed flew to her hand and she pointed it at Sev, adrenaline and alarm racing through her bloodstream.

"What the hell's going on, Sev?"

Sev glanced up at her, his eyes red from crying. His lower lip trembled, his eyes looking at her almost appealingly. "Cyria, please." He powered the lightsaber down. "I...Cyria!"

The red laser flashed from the muzzle of the blaster, burning the wall behind Sev's head. The discharge had shot right past the side of his head, causing him to jerk instinctively toward the side. "I trusted you," she snarled, the betrayal fresh in her voice as she re-aimed her blaster at his chest. "I trusted you, Sev." She pulled the trigger.

Sev ducked, his lightsaber reigniting as he spun around, coming out of his sudden crouch. Cyria dove for the window, using the Force to strengthen her kick as she struck at the window with her boot.

The glass shattered, falling outward as she hauled herself through the window and without another thought, jumped.

"Cyria!" she heard Sev yell, but whatever he said next was torn away by the whistling wind in her ears.