They say that losing your hearing completely can drive you mad.
In one moment Silara was walking upright, unable to see, but capable of hearing, capable of feeling closely around her with the force. The next her heart rate was spiking, as if she was suffering from Aortic stenosis yet again, and everything around her literally disappeared from her grasp on reality. When one loses their senses so entirely, so wholly, and all at the same time it is maddening. Losing the force alone can drive someone sensitive to the force to tears of delirium. Losing everything, all of it, simultaneously, was absolutely horrifying. Half-way through her step towards the man she planned to kill her leg gave out, a whisper cutting through her thoughts like an all-consuming worm, and she fell to her knees. For a moment she could only hear the quickening pace of her heart, and she tilted her head down, but then suddenly even that left her. And then the force was torn like a newborn from her grasp and she was alone. Her skin, already sensitive to the touch, became icy and cold, and she immediately fell to her hands and vomited on the duracrete pavement as her chest began to heave. The loss of the force was unbearable, and for a blind woman so reliant on both it and her hearing, the combined loss was incomprehensibly painful. The greatest pain she had ever felt, easily dwarfing losing her left arm to a confined explosion of plasma, crushing the experience on Teta when her body lay broken from the might of the Akure Leviathan, was that of her current loss of connection to the force.
It felt so unnatural to the Sith Lord, and as she recovered somewhat from her initial moment of sickness, the reality that she could not see, hear, or "feel" sank in. Her breathing became shallow, her heart rate sped up - alerting the necklace's biomass sensor at her neck to send a signal to [member="Alric Kuhn"] both of her status and location, and the woman let loose a panicked scream, drawing the attention of those who had avoided her initially. How fitting it was to the Coruscanti - a Sith Lord at her hands and knees screaming at the top of her lungs in a drunken haze, unable to understand, to comprehend, her surroundings. When one boy, a brave hero of a child, drew the courage to draw near to her, the small crowd realized she could not see them, nor hear them, and that the force was no longer a threat. Picking up a rock, with the most cruel of smiles, it was clear that opportunity was theirs to take. The boy poised to cast the stone, perhaps to strike the woman into unconsciousness, and for a moment time stood still. Here was a boy, capable of much, one who could have became a Jedi if life had played out differently for him and the galaxy, preparing to step into the darkness of hate and act on it.
His hand slipped, a stone sailed.
The woman, at one moment screaming, was now laying on the ground in a heap, and the sight of blood ebbing from her temple and the realization of what he could have done, what he might have done, scared him away. Taking the life of another, no matter how enraged, could break even the most hardened of hearts for the first time.
