Date: 2016-08-21 09:04 am (UTC)
narcissithstic: (Where is your god? —where is your god?)
She meant to kill me. [Had he been slower by a fraction of a second, had he not heeded that sickening whisper of the Force between them, she likely would have. How far off the mark a few inches seem until they're measured against the target of one's own heart.

The words are spat out with palpable vitriol - never has he felt more disturbingly mortal than he does in this instant, roughly obliging when at last he nearly shoves the General from his side.
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