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N.B. Thoughts are in // and Italics.
Her shoulder had healed an eternity ago. Any normal person, even most Jedi would have given up by now. It would be so easy to do - to accept this collective. Pain would cease to exist, as would grief, sorrow, loneliness, and misery. But to accept it she would have to give up those things most dear: freedom and love - Obi-Wan.
//Can he possibly love me after this. I know Father can but can Obi-Wan.//
Deep down she knew the answer. She remembered their dance together.
//If Q hadn'tshown up he would have kissed me.// She thought of the feel of his arms around her - how strong they felt. How safe she had felt, her head on his shoulder. //I want to feel that way again.// She felt the Borg direct her body - Koral to a cave - where the species 9254 were hiding. Kathryn cringed inwardly. The Borg were almost done here - 6 billion living, breathing beings assimilated - 6 billion presenses in the force, 6 billion people she had failed to protect. She'd give anything to make this stop - to see Obi-Wan again. To feel him tap her on the shoulder for a dance - to be in his strong, safe arms. Somehow she knew that IF she was ever allowed to feel that again that it would be billions of eternities away. She was nearing the caves when she heard a very familiar sound - an igniting lightsaber.