Still unconcious, Caldif is plagued with dreams, visions send by the Dark side of the Force. He sees Lairya die, over and over, while nobody tries to help. Not Thatch, nor the Grand Master, nor anyone of his friends moves a finger to save her from Death. He tries to run towards her, rescue her, but is unable to move, to use the Force, to think cleary. He sees her get beheaded, fried by blue lightening, shot, split in two by a lightsaber, get vaporized: any possible way his tormented brain can think of, or is told by the darkness that can be the Force.
And with every time she dies, a part of his soul dies with her...