Cora's eyes widened slightly as she was pulled into the hug. Her attention had been at something in the streets outside, and not in the room. She to say the least wasn't expecting being hugged. It took her a second to relax into it, and sighed quietly. "Assassins, yes." Her words quiet, cool, even. She seemed almost apathetic in tone, a way of distancing herself even just a small bit from her own pain by seeming not to care. But she did, more than she'd ever ever admit to. "I know there is more to the story. Elsewise what few records I did manage to get my hands on before the Sith Empire fell apart, would line up to what happened. However, they don't. They don't match with what few contacts I had there have said. Nothing lines up, and I have three or four stories of what happened and why."
Cora shook her head. "I never understood it. The claim that my mother and father were traitors and as a result of their plots the sith went all scorched earth on my entire family line. What I remember is scant little. I was just a teen, a girl really. I only remember my mother and father screaming, glancing through a small crack in my door, to see my sister butchered. And me? I managed to get away through an escape tunnel hidden underneath my bed. Went to our hanger to find more of my family, and servants included dead." She shuddered thinking back to the sheer amount of blood and bodies that night.
"In that world, that Empire there was some honor among Sith." At least that was what she had grown up to know among the Sith. It was a strange world to her, things odd and all and some ways were quite harsh but it was home. "There were a few butchers, monsters. True monsters. But very, very few that would butcher a child for no reason." There had to be a reason, some reason any reason.
"It, I ... My father, mother, weren't traitors. They'd both gotten too far up in the regime to be that without getting discovered earlier." She sighed heavily, "The files I have, looked at my family's murders as exactly that murders. They aren't listed as executions. Nor is there any statements in official documents listing them as such. Something else happened there. I just don't know what, or why."
One last sigh, "The files are all I have, and I've only got half of what's out there with those files. There's not much else I have to go on other than my gut instinct that tells me there is far more to this than I know. I need to find the other half, and work from there. I know it's been years. I know it might seem a fool's errand but I can't just walk away from this. And if in the end, I learn they really were traitors, then fine I can live with that. It's not like I'm friendly with Sith or give a crap about them any longer. They might have once had my loyalty, but that's not the case any longer." This was the very reason Cora had not spoken to her friends about this. She worried, feared that her loyalty would be called into question, and she'd be abandoned by them in the end.
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