[It burns -- his jealousy, his envy, his hatred. The last mixes with her own anger and the spite. The spite, the struggle he claims that she would never know. All of it grounds her in the knowledge that he misses him, that Solo had never been a great father but--]
If you kill me, you'll never find him--!
[She pushes back, furious as she tosses her head like an angered horse to try and rid herself of his hand. Breathing continues in struggling bursts, sweat mixing with tears as he tries to force his way into her mind.
But--he knows Solo. Intimately, judging by his surging emotions when he thinks of him. And Like Skywalker--]
Why...--are you running from them?
[She doesn't understand the emotion she feels, but the tear in his heart. The tear is easy to feel.]
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If you kill me, you'll never find him--!
[She pushes back, furious as she tosses her head like an angered horse to try and rid herself of his hand. Breathing continues in struggling bursts, sweat mixing with tears as he tries to force his way into her mind.
But--he knows Solo. Intimately, judging by his surging emotions when he thinks of him. And Like Skywalker--]
Why...--are you running from them?
[She doesn't understand the emotion she feels, but the tear in his heart. The tear is easy to feel.]