[Barriss' presence takes her by surprise. She never thought she'd see her former friend again. She's too attuned to her emotions right now. The flower withers, as does the grass surrounding it as she looks up.
Barriss. The rage is blinding, too blinding for her to see exactly how little Barriss has changed, and how unlikely that is given how long it's been since she saw her.]
You.
[The swirl of emotions is almost overwhelming. There's rage, yes, but sorrow too, and pain and a tiny, barely-there remnant of happiness from the small part of her that hasn't forgotten they used to be friends, the part that thought Barriss was as dead as the Jedi council wanted Ahsoka to be for the crimes Barriss committed, as dead as the rest of the Jedi. She still manages to notice that Barriss' presence doesn't feel dark. Then again she'd managed to hide it well enough when she framed Ahsoka. She can't trust her feelings here.
One of her lightsabers materializes in her hand eyes narrowing.]
oh no this is gonna hurt
Barriss. The rage is blinding, too blinding for her to see exactly how little Barriss has changed, and how unlikely that is given how long it's been since she saw her.]
You.
[The swirl of emotions is almost overwhelming. There's rage, yes, but sorrow too, and pain and a tiny, barely-there remnant of happiness from the small part of her that hasn't forgotten they used to be friends, the part that thought Barriss was as dead as the Jedi council wanted Ahsoka to be for the crimes Barriss committed, as dead as the rest of the Jedi. She still manages to notice that Barriss' presence doesn't feel dark. Then again she'd managed to hide it well enough when she framed Ahsoka. She can't trust her feelings here.
One of her lightsabers materializes in her hand eyes narrowing.]