He swallows, audible but without looking up at his assistant. Being confronted with his own mortality so soon hadn't been in the cards. His power was so prevalent that the idea of someone else being capable of cutting him down was inconceivable.
And yet, the combined struggle of a traitorous Stormtrooper and a no good scavenger orphan managed to nearly kill him.
The more he thinks about it, the more he dreads marching himself to the inner sanctum.]
Then I suppose I owe you my life.
[It's quiet, in a way he doesn't mean for it to be. If only he had his helmet.]
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He swallows, audible but without looking up at his assistant. Being confronted with his own mortality so soon hadn't been in the cards. His power was so prevalent that the idea of someone else being capable of cutting him down was inconceivable.
And yet, the combined struggle of a traitorous Stormtrooper and a no good scavenger orphan managed to nearly kill him.
The more he thinks about it, the more he dreads marching himself to the inner sanctum.]
Then I suppose I owe you my life.
[It's quiet, in a way he doesn't mean for it to be. If only he had his helmet.]