Sarkareth was dead, his last words wondering if everything he'd done had always been a path to oblivion. Before he collapsed entirely on the blue stone floor of Neltharions inner sanctum within Aberrus.
Sathena felt rather conflicted about this, on the one claw there was the elation of having participated in the defeat of 'the enemy'. However on the other hand, there was the remorse of having slain a Dracthyr who until more recently had been an ally. Though she knew whatever she felt probably paled in comparison to Fate who had once been a part of Sarkareth's Weyrn and from what little she knew of her fellow Dracthyr, potentially more.
She glanced back down at the fallen Scalecommander, her mind couldn't help but wonder if this is how the other races felt when having to fight their own, the conflict of realizing what had to be done but the regret at having had to do it. It was a foreign feeling to her, she had been trained as a soldier, to obey orders and defeat the enemies she was set against. Not feel remorse for carrying out those orders, yet here she was with that feeling dwelling in her gut anyway.
The green scaled Dracthyr listened to the exchanged that was made between Fate and Lorellai with the young dwarf trying to give comfort to Fate. Though Sathena couldn't think of anything to say to show solidarity besides remarking that Sarkareth even misguided had still been a Dracthyr.
Soon however the exchange was over and the Meddler group moved to leave the twisted facility of aberrus, where its secrets could hopefully be forever forgotten.
Before she left however Sathena straightened her posture and the young Dracthyr gave a respectful salute towards the fallen Scalecommander. To a worthy foe, and a fallen comrade.
With that she took a step back, dropped her salute and turned on her heel with military precision to leave Aberrus with the other meddlers.
