[ A long slow exhale as she lets her weight shift in Angel. She dislikes being on the receiving end of this care, her pride beginning to flare, but this not the normal sort of injury she faces. The physical pain is there, but then there is what she has done inside of her mind. ]
(I had already stretched too far. Before Anakin. Before Ren began to spiral.)
[ The raw edges of a gaping wound rubbed with grit and fire. Thinking about it is like being struck by lightning, but her body already too overwhelmed to even process the painful electrical current in real time, so it moves through her in torturous slow motion. A nauseating, stabbing, prickling sensation.
But she had told Cathaway that this could be weathered, and Angel has shown her as much. She needs to grit her teeth and soften her mind and let it go. ]
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( I had already stretched too far. Before Anakin. Before Ren began to spiral. )
[ The raw edges of a gaping wound rubbed with grit and fire. Thinking about it is like being struck by lightning, but her body already too overwhelmed to even process the painful electrical current in real time, so it moves through her in torturous slow motion. A nauseating, stabbing, prickling sensation.
But she had told Cathaway that this could be weathered, and Angel has shown her as much. She needs to grit her teeth and soften her mind and let it go. ]