A figure, face obscured by the hood of her black robes, walked through the base in the early morning hour when most people were only just barely beginning to wake, and then instead of clacking on metal flooring, her boots sank into snow as her path took her outside and some distance away from the base. There was a sense of purpose to each step she stook. She sought him out; with that purpose, a task that by itself should be easy enough with these confined quarters they all shared.
Yesterday had been a day of guilt and pain; one playing off the other. The guilt of betraying and hurting others; her friends and family especially; it was pleading with her to not go down this road. But the pain that resulted only made it all the easier to do just that. And all the harder to say no. She knew all that going into this. The struggle she would have to go through. The suffering. The impossible choices. And she knew it was far from over. The guilt and pain would return, later today, *certainly*. And she knew that perhaps, it was never to leave thereafter.
But in this moment, rejuvenated by rest and not yet made to suffer through those things today, she had steeled her resolve against them. If there was but one doubt playing through her mind right now, it was to do with the fact that 'now' had come rather awfully quick. She had good reasons to do this, righteous ones borne from the Light even...
...but even so; and even with her history and understanding; she was surprised at how quick and easy it had been for her to go back down this path. Or at least, decide to lock herself into it. A day, a day and a half. That was all.
The thought was pushed aside when she found her way over to where she was sure her old master could be found. No doubt there were guards; but if they should deign to delay her even for a second, she would simply glare at them, and they *would* cower. Practice, as it were, to get back into form.
Once past any such guards, she would walk further past them, until she would find Baras himself. Just where he no doubt would've wanted to be found. At that point, she would lower her hood.
"Peace is a lie," she began, "There is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me."
She imagined he was likely to quietly mock her, while praising her openly. Or the other way around. Or perhaps he would simply mock her openly, *and* quietly. Laughing at her for going to all this trouble, burning down her house, for whatever stupid reason she'd concocted for herself, not realizing what it would truly cost her.
But she knew all too well. Even if part of her still hoped that she could turn it all back around, after accomplishing what needed to be accomplished. And he, of course, would revel in the opportunity to rob her of that delusion.
Still...It had to be done.
Or.. she had to *believe* that to be the case, at least.
