It seemed all too familiar - the darkness, the creaks and clanks of metal, the sound of liquids passing through the pipes around them, the gentle humming of generators, heat exchangers and compressors, and the distant shriek of trash compactors - Lyla's body was shaking in perfect unison with the sounds, mimicking the waves of air as they crashed against her eardrums, all her senses sharpened by fear and her mind dulled by memories a child shouldn't have. If it wasn't for those around her that pulled her along, she would have been unable to move, too caught up in her own exaggerated perception of this underworld to venture deeper into it.
But thankfully, Enrik was there, he kept her moving with gentle force, gave her the anchor she needed to not lose herself.

When they reached the crossroads and the Jedi discussed where the tunnels lead, the cruelty of the situation was almost funny - Lyla felt compelled to choose the path to the surface, desperately so; she had seen so much of the depths of Coruscant that she would have gladly lived the rest of her days under an open sky, yet choosing this very route would almost assuredly shorten her life expectancy to mere hours. And, for the first time that day, Lyla truly and vividly was afraid for herself, afraid of dying and thus afraid of the surface that had been the object of her hopes and dreams before she finally reached it.

And yet, it wasn't an easy choice. The hangar bore uncertainty far beyond their control; and as if that wasn't enough, she was not too sure how she felt about the prospect of going to space. Gravity and breatheable air were a luxury in the void between the stars, one that was hard to come by and oh-so-easy to lose. For all she knew, the entire Army and Navy of the Republic was after them and since the Separatist attack on Coruscant, the upper atmosphere was buzzing with Venator- and Acclamator-class capital ships and their fighter complements. Was leaving the planet even possible?

The third option was the most brutal because it made the most sense: Lyla wished to avoid the undercity with every fiber of her being because she knew it all too well, and it was the place where she had the best chances to survive because she knew it all too well, with its hiding spots, escape paths, people, sources of nourishm-

From one second to the next, all hell broke loose. The ceiling seemed to explode and crash down, dust filling the room and mere instants later, blue blaster bolts filled the air once more. She heard Master Worror and his command. It didn't take her long to realize that falling rocks had blocked all escapes but the one that led to her past. The Force had a cruel sense of humor indeed.
Lyla took all the bravery she had and started towards the entrance, only to be slowed by Enrik. She turned her head towards him but the air was thick with dust still and she couldn't see what was holding him back.

"Come on!", she urged and pulled him with her, doing the only thing she felt capable of at that moment - Escaping into the depths she was born in.