Ilde. [ Before, he'd called her Saffron. It's useless to do so now.
There's no need to pretend as though the ache he feels behind his ribs compares to hers. That is the difference between the nest and the brood, but he wonders if he would react like her, were he to lose any of those who belonged to him. ( Anakin was killed. Whether he was a target or a bystander, someone's actions killed him. )
The room crumbles around them, infrastructure damaged and groaning as it supports rubble, bodies, threatening to collapse around them even as people flee. Crawling, limping, carrying one another. Those who can't, remain. Maybe at some point, he'll shake off the numbness and the edge of Ilde's anxiety that he can feel - acute as the loss of the one who belonged to her. With a heaving sigh, he folds to his knees before her and peers at her. Brushes a lock of dirty hair from her cheek. ]
Vengeance, [ he repeats carefully, because he does not know her mind right now ] is its own currency.
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There's no need to pretend as though the ache he feels behind his ribs compares to hers. That is the difference between the nest and the brood, but he wonders if he would react like her, were he to lose any of those who belonged to him. ( Anakin was killed. Whether he was a target or a bystander, someone's actions killed him. )
The room crumbles around them, infrastructure damaged and groaning as it supports rubble, bodies, threatening to collapse around them even as people flee. Crawling, limping, carrying one another. Those who can't, remain. Maybe at some point, he'll shake off the numbness and the edge of Ilde's anxiety that he can feel - acute as the loss of the one who belonged to her. With a heaving sigh, he folds to his knees before her and peers at her. Brushes a lock of dirty hair from her cheek. ]
Vengeance, [ he repeats carefully, because he does not know her mind right now ] is its own currency.
[ -- a promise? ]