As Mon Mothma turned a left Crystaall began to sob even more, falling to her knees, and then soon crumpling to a sit position with her legs outstretched and her rear on the hard metal. Her hands were cupping her eyes, collecting the many tears that fell from them. Grey-Kast immediately ran to her side and knelt down, placing a hand on her right shoulder. The emotions that hit her were random and unlike normal for someone that grieved over something.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? You were so happy to link up with these guys, and then you recently just went into shock. Now you're crying like you've lost someone.... you can't tell me."
"I felt it like she was right next to me. One second she was there and then she wasn't. It was so sudden, I didn't have a chance to think. I didn't want to cry, but I can't help myself. I tried so hard to look deep in the Force to see who killed her. Now I'm not so sure about my eagerness to attack the Empire's forces on Naboo. There's no way we would win against his command."
"Wait, did you say you reached into the Force to see who killed her?"
Sniffling, Crystaall gave the rodian a small nod as she wiped her eyes
"But you... you have no controlled ability of the Force. How did you manage to pull that off?"
"I just did what seemed natural, I guess. It was almost like instinct. Something I did the moment I could do it."
Grey-Kast stood up and held out his hand for Crystaall. She took it and slowly got to her feet. The strength in Kast's pull helped her up most of the way. Her sorrow was still holding her down, and he could see it clearly. Without warning he grabbed Crystaall by the shoulders and shook her furiously.
"Listen to me right now. You have got to pick yourself up."
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