Admittedly the power coursing through the room, from Taeli alone was,
intoxicating. Fiolette hadn't felt that kind of energy in a long, long time and with a renewed connection to the Force. Her own azure gaze became tempered, a darker more ominous ember flickered in her eyes only to be sapped away by an unholy ethereal green. Fiolette felt her tongue press up against the back of the top of her teeth, she chewed on her inner lip and just stared at Taeli. Nostrils flared as she kept her bearings, relaxed a moment later as the old military training kicked in. There was not a single moment where Fiolette would flinch.
Her teeth were grounded against one another, Fiolette had heard this all before she had known of it. All Fiolette could do was think back to the moments where she woke up to find Taeli not in their bed but in the library. The moments where Taeli wasn't home at all, and there was an empty bedside. Nothing and no one to hold onto, and even when Taeli came back as she so declared that she had. The woman she called her wife wasn't all there, her mind was still in her labs, still somewhere else and not where Fiolette needed her to be. She wanted to shake her head, and wanted so much to interrupt her but she didn't. It was an insult that Fiolette wasn't even considered in the equation, that she was somehow incapable of helping her ex-wife defend their home, their children.
Arms of the chair shattered, and Fiolette didn't even look at them and instead she placed both her feet on the ground. She looked at Taeli with disgust for a woman who felt so robbed of her children, she did nothing to look for them. Nothing to seek them out, for a woman of such power, she had turned her back on Aerys and Iaacen. If the shoe had been on the other foot, Fiolette would have gone to the ends of the galaxy to get them regardless of what she had been told. It seemed Taeli had been
content to allow their children to remain apart. Fiolette didn't eyeball the tablet, she had an idea of what was on it though and so when her
estranged wife was done. The Admiral stood to her feet, mere centimeters away from the Sith she loved. There was a low, unnatural growl to her voice, "and yet you weren't really home, were you?" The accusation stood with the others that had been flung around so far.
Fiolette's piercing azure gaze mirrored the storm in Taeli's eyes, ember and azure, "do you have any idea what it's like to look into your eyes and find that you are not there?" The tone of her voice shifted even as the unnatural growl faded, "to wake up and find you gone, if I was lucky, you were in the library and I could coax you to bed." Fiolette swallowed her emotions and pushed them down, "what it was like to need you, and not have you?" And now the audacity to say that she had come back. Come back as what? "You may have come home, but you were not always present." Fiolette didn't step back rather she continued. "While you could say the same of me, I dare you to do so. When was I not attentive to your needs? When had I not placed you first, and how
dare you, how
bloody dare you. Sit here and tell me, you were doing this to protect our family. How
fucking dare you."
The military voice had taken over, it was clear, it was projected and firm in its tone. Her arms remained at her side either on her hips or behind her back, she knew to maintain her distance even if this was awfully close.
"I
was your
wife!" She cried she held onto her emotions still doing her best to keep them in check even if the tears threatened to fall, "and I was more than capable of helping to defend our home, our children, and those we held dear. So do
not for a moment use that against me." Fiolette was insulted by the very sentence her honor had been insulted. "That I would not have been
capable of defending you, or our family. Of all the accusations I could live with,
that is not one of them." Fiolette paused and took a step back, the heel of her boot cracking the tablet that had fallen to the floor. "If you were so concerned for your children, you would have fetched them, and do not sit here and pretend that you do not know where I would have taken them. At any time you could've seen them, visited them, you could've fought for them. Yet you remained as you always had with your books, and with Nerralyn. Your
gifted child." Fiolette scoffed and ran a hand through her hair, with a sigh and an exhale, the Galidraani added.
"For what it's worth, Taeli. I never looked at any record where you were concerned in the First Order. Not even when we started our partnership, I was never privy to them, they were matters for the Knights of Ren. So anything and everything I knew of you, I learned from you, but I suppose that would have required some insight." Fiolette still loved Taeli, why she wasn't entirely sure at the moment except that she knew that she had to push through this, that Taeli had to push through it. Whatever needed to be said had to be done right there, they had to get it out.
Fiolette's other boot further crushed the tablet as she took another step back. As she let her emotions go, she let the hot tears that had been threatening to fall, run their course.
"I crawled through the depths of the Netherworld, with nothing but your marks on my skin. I toiled, rotted, watched as my flesh was burnt from my very bones. I have stolen, I have killed and bargained my way to this moment, you want your penance then you will have to fight for it, just as you should have fought for us."