“What mercy is there in such a situation?”
Lelith’s modulated voice seemed to make her question that much more grim in nature. Sitting across from a family of four, she stood out as a blackened form amongst golds, yellows, and whites. There was no reaction to her words, causing her to continue.
“I often consider what I would do in a situation like this. Would I allow myself to be a victim? Would I bargain? Would I sacrifice my family for myself?”
She shakes her head somewhat, before offering a snerk that sounded odd given her morose visage’s tendency to warp her words. Leaning forward, she then casually rests her chin on her right hand.
“Is there anything you could do? I mean, I imagine you could embrace finality and reassure yourselves that you’ll be reunited in some afterlife of your choosing, but what’s the point?”
The Sith shrugs her shoulders slightly, before leaning back to slowly rise from her seat. She then addresses the table with open arms, offering them an almost uplifting statement.
“No, it was better to do it this way, to not give you the option at all.”
Lelith slowly turns to leave the family room, letting the corpses of the Zakuul family sit there as a monument to what they had and to what she took away from them.