#idk exactly where the idea of the bifrost's destruction being this au's ''purgilling'' came from but its totally a thing now

[jessicas-pi]

The amulet was heavy in her hand.

Sabine knew she ought to destroy it. Even if she couldn't, she ought to at least try. Hurl it off the cliff, if nothing else.

But with the Tessarect gone, maybe for good, this was their only chance. If she lost it, Ahsoka lost all hope of returning home. Anakin would be forever parted from his wife and children. The Nine Realms would plunge into chaos.

And she would never see Ezra again.

Ezra.

An old voice in her head—the rasping snarl of the Goddess of Mischief—roused itself once more at the thought of him, and for a split second, she felt sixteen again, staring down a deranged princess in the Helicarrier cell.

Is this love, little killer?

Maybe it was love. Maybe it was need. Maybe it was dependence, or fear, or attachment. She didn't know what it had been then, and she didn't know what it was now. All she knew was that there had been a lump of ice in her chest where her heart should be, and that since the moment Ahsoka barged into the Tower with the promise that there was hope, it had been throbbing like frostbitten fingers held too near a flame.

Sabine Wren wasn't used to feeling much hope.

Maybe that was why she clung to it so very fiercely. Beyond reason, beyond logic, beyond even right and wrong, Sabine clung.

She would not let go.

So, gulping once around the lump in her throat, she stepped towards Baylan Skoll, still holding the artifact tightly.

(Her ledger was already bloody red. What was one stain more?)

"Here," she said, numbly, because the parts of her that weren't burning up were dulled with cold. "Restore the Bifrost—and send me to Jotunnheim."

And she placed the Eye of Moirai in the palm of his hand.