[They're done. Shattered to the core, and he feels it as the earth under his heels splinters like bone, one hand pressed to his side like it'll help; he's been beating it bloody since he chased his prey out into the snowy tundra, and the chill soaking in along his spine carries with it a decent chance that the shot went clean through - beyond his grasp. Steam curls in rivulets behind him where the tip of his lightsaber catches snow, still crackling on the off chance Rey might come skittering back into view. Not that he can see much through the haze at the edges of his vision.
Success leading to failure, and it's hard not to draw some subconscious, seeping line between his own loss and the howls of a dead planet in its own death throes.
And yet, like a thread, he feels himself pulled onwards, step after weary step. Closer to nothing.]
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Success leading to failure, and it's hard not to draw some subconscious, seeping line between his own loss and the howls of a dead planet in its own death throes.
And yet, like a thread, he feels himself pulled onwards, step after weary step. Closer to nothing.]