Date: 2016-08-22 02:53 am (UTC)
narcissithstic: (do you really want me dead?)
[At that increase in pressure, Ren tenses with a clipped growl, wincing hard enough to buckle his posture. She'd pierced the flesh above his fourth rib— deep, owing to the near immeasurable heat of the blade— short of the mark that was his heart: too shallow to strike it regardless, but only just.]

—you give her too much credit. [Stubbornly gritted out through clenched teeth. Whether he's wrong (he is) or not, the last thing he intends to acknowledge right now is the possibility of her success.]

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