Myraline just laughs.
"So you say," Myraline says.
The hands begin to pull you up from the ground, appearing merely as vapor and taking form just before pushing into your skin. They pull you upright then begin shoving you across the clearing. You stay clear of Myraline.
"The forest will show you that you are wrong."
As before, it is no use. It is like trying to fight a strong current.
The mist that permeates the forest grows thick around you, and dancing through the fog and trees you catch glimpses of images. Images of yourself, cutting down foe after foe after foe. Some of the people you recognize...
"Rianna, no!" Ciira shouts, her lightsaber raised against your onslaught. Your blades cross repeatedly until she gives a blood-curdling shriek and vanishes into the fog...
Most of the people you cut down, you can only place them based on what they're wearing. Some men from the farmhouse on Reecee, a few of the Wing Guards, miners on Ord Coridari... more than you can count.
You are tempted to think that this is the overwhelming amount of death that you sensed, until you realize "Myraline" is gliding beside you.
"We sense the murderer in you," the specter says. "The Jedi killed in our day. Never so many like this. Do you remember them all?"
"We know not what you see but what you feel," 'Myraline' says. "You see the dead that come from your actions."
The splinters form in the fog and begin to sieve with molten rock. The screams of thousands echoes through your mind; you never heard the sound from the ship...
"The forest shows you the Dark Side."