This is a drabble. It's meant to be short.

It felt like she was drowning. She was suffocating under all of the deaths with the bloodshed covering her hands. She no longer understood why the Jedi were fighting in a pointless war. Nobody was getting anywhere. It was a waste. The Jedi had been forced into fighting for the Republic, and the clones had been forced into the mess. It's ironic-she, as a Jedi Healer, was dedicated to saving and preserving lives, not ending them. All for the "greater good."

Barriss lets out a frustrated sigh. She just couldn't understand this mess. Something needed to change, and now.

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