[ Most of the people are gone by now. Petre has fed himself and is confident he can get away with it, until he spots the wretched Ilde sitting by her lonesome in a bubble where no one will approach. He does, but something stops him in his tracks, speeding his heart up with a spike running down his stomach. He doesn't know what fear is like, not in any rational way that he can put into words. The closest thing he can feel to it makes him react like a cornered animal.
He doesn't attack her. Instead he steps back again, with the weight of Anakin's absence in the pieces of his mind. ]
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He doesn't attack her. Instead he steps back again, with the weight of Anakin's absence in the pieces of his mind. ]
It should have been you.