Good.

A quiet but extended hiss and subtle darkening of her mood in the Force mark Pradnakt finding the cabinet of cremated remains.

"...what is it?"

Compassion, worry, care; these pull themselves out of Diana's anger in an instant.

    "Remains, ma'am."

   "Unlabeled, she says." And indeed the dozen or so bags of silvery powder in the tray Pradnakt is holding are unmarked.

"..."

"Oh..."

"...I imagine the droids might know.  If anyone does.  But I - almost want to figure this out the harder way, with the Force's help.  It feels - wrong, to - learn their names from Ocnem's records."

She sets the tray down gently on the counter so that she can sign.

    "She says there's some you'll have to, ma'am, this isn't everyone, but yes, she'll see if she can identify them after you're done."

...Hug?  This feels like hugging time to her.

Pradnakt flinches a bit when she gets close, and then makes a complicated face as she steps away - not distressed or reluctant, but apologetic, and a bit distracted.

    "When you're done, she says, ma'am."

"...yeah.  When we're done.  Don't know what I was thinking, there, really.  ...When we're done."  Let's get this done, then.

Yeah.

Pradnakt keeps hold of the tray as she gets everything else of value out of the cabinets, but sets it down briefly when she and Diana are done with their work so that her hands are free to make a single brutal lightsaber strike across the chair, sending half of it crashing to the floor.

"...Yeah.  Good riddance."

Diana meticulously chops the chair up into tiny little bits with her green saber, after Pradnakt's strike, every blow calculated and precise, but with emphatic feeling, as she renders it completely unfit for use as an instrument of torture.

Pradnakt lets her approval show through in the Force and leaves Diana to it, bringing the things they've gathered to the workroom for the droids to carry to the Subtle Knife.

The meditation room is the next stop, when she gets back, and the Dark resonance increases again as they approach it, thick and oppressive and unsettling, full of rage and despair and vicious glee. Pradnakt offers Diana the calming effect as the resonance starts to take a noticeable effort to resist; it won't be the same as being truly clearheaded, but it offers a patch of stability against the churn of Darkness.

But she refused.

Diana is shining bright with DETERMINATION resolve as she approaches, her will, body and soul, honed into a blade with which to cut the Darkness's evil away; she will not falter, not against this.  Not for a thousand years.

Fair enough. Pradnakt herself is much more subdued, her dread tempered by her own resolve and drowned out by the resonance around her.

The meditation chamber isn't a large room, and is taken up mostly by a raised, padded dais with large, rough rubies set around the perimeter. A small shrine is set up against the far wall of the room, holding candles and incense, with a large mirror etched with a verse of poetry in the Sith language taking pride of place; several red kyber crystals are incorporated into the mirror's frame.

Pradnakt glances from the mirror to Diana and back, and sets about prying the rubies out of the pedestal, stepping aside to let her by in the process.

Diana is not above also prising crystals out of the mirror, if Pradnakt should wish, with no less of her customary delicate care.

She's somewhat curious about the mirror, actually.

    "She says it's the Sith code, ma'am."

"Why the mirror, though?  Pride?"

    "She says it seems likely."

"...Does it do anything in particular, besides be aesthetically appropriate?"

    "She says likely not, ma'am."

Ruby, ruby, ruby, done and leaving.

The Dark resonance changes only in intensity between the meditation room and the machine proper, the emotions it impresses on them going from oppressive to buffeting.

Pradnakt pauses outside the door to the machine room, to lean against the wall for a minute and try to center herself; she seems to be ignoring Diana's presence entirely.

Diana's presence becomes, if anything, more solid, shining bright with focused will, as she approaches the void-damned contraption that was used to hurt her girlfriend.

She cuts through the dark atmosphere like a lightsaber blade, seeming to not notice it at all.  (She doesn't, not in the moment.  Never in the moment.  It is after the work is done that she allows herself to break.)  Radiating protectiveness-fierce-caring, she approaches the machine, standing between it and Pradnakt, saber-sharp presence cutting a path through the Darkness and pain, leaving a lee behind her that will shelter Pradnakt from the worst of it.  That's the sort of thing Diana does.  Where there's evil...she meets it with blade drawn.

"Are we dismantling, or destroying, this one?  It's your call."  Though frankly, given the way her saber's already in her hand, Diana has an opinion on this particular subject.

Pradnakt opens her eyes when Diana speaks, looking a bit lost in the first moment she does, and then confused and considering, and then a moment later she makes her decision and steps forward, blade coming alight.

The machine is by no means small, but they can make their way through it quickly enough.

Diana is very quick indeed, blitzing through the machine in a way calibrated to render it unfit for its original purpose with maximum possible efficacy, yet still preserving useful salvage.

Pradnakt keeps up; Diana doesn't leave much for her to destroy, but she can work to mitigate the swirling howl of the Force as it reacts to the changes in the machine's structure.

Diana's Force presence is a blade as sharp as her sabers as she strikes into the turbulent heart of the machine's Dark echoes.  She will probably shatter under the backlash, once this is done; for now, however, she is the master of her fate and the captain of her soul, and no matter how turbulent the world is around her, she will stand tall and strike against the galaxy's evils.  Like, for example, this torture device disguised as an amplifier.