[Her limbs lock again as the leather pinches the skin of her face, and the lines of his mask are met with an attempt at a hard stare. But her heart is beating too fast, he is powerful enough that sheer will can't bite down past his anger. She feels something in her chest close, and it washes over her like an icy curtain.
Her wrists pull up instinctively in the restraints -- his advantage is clear, but she has to protect them. The galaxy is counting on her (Why oh why were they counting on her), she cannot give into fear, into loniless, into powerlessness.
Some of it feels foreign, and some of it (most of it, she's sure) belongs to her and it triumphs over her briefly in a show of weakness.]
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Her wrists pull up instinctively in the restraints -- his advantage is clear, but she has to protect them. The galaxy is counting on her (Why oh why were they counting on her), she cannot give into fear, into loniless, into powerlessness.
Some of it feels foreign, and some of it (most of it, she's sure) belongs to her and it triumphs over her briefly in a show of weakness.]
Let go of me.