[Which means, as always, that she has to do this herself. The idea of giving her name doesn't cross Mara's mind. The only thing she thinks of is curiosity. She needs to know who this man is. Either through the Force or her own overweening pride, she's filled with the overwhelming surety that this is the right path. Her eyes slide completely closed, and she focuses on the man in front of her. The Force is nothing like the Symbiote, and whenever she tries to use one, she ends up with the other.]
[For the first time, it occurs to Mara that she does not have to choose between them. She can use both. All are one in the Force. Strength is simply another word for unity.]
[She sees a ship she remembers, but it's a different age than she remembers. It feels like... home. It feels like a man she knew, all sarcastic comments, and she remembers the shape of his face, the way it scowled and the way it smiled when he held his children. The mother was the same, impatient and formidable. Both were thankful when she saved the children.]
[Mara feels the familiarity, the two tiny lives growing strong in the Force, the terror that they'd end up like her. They felt so much like their parents. Mara felt it then, and... she feels it now.]
[She takes a staggering step back, eyes wide with horror.] Solo?
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[Which means, as always, that she has to do this herself. The idea of giving her name doesn't cross Mara's mind. The only thing she thinks of is curiosity. She needs to know who this man is. Either through the Force or her own overweening pride, she's filled with the overwhelming surety that this is the right path. Her eyes slide completely closed, and she focuses on the man in front of her. The Force is nothing like the Symbiote, and whenever she tries to use one, she ends up with the other.]
[For the first time, it occurs to Mara that she does not have to choose between them. She can use both. All are one in the Force. Strength is simply another word for unity.]
[She sees a ship she remembers, but it's a different age than she remembers. It feels like... home. It feels like a man she knew, all sarcastic comments, and she remembers the shape of his face, the way it scowled and the way it smiled when he held his children. The mother was the same, impatient and formidable. Both were thankful when she saved the children.]
[Mara feels the familiarity, the two tiny lives growing strong in the Force, the terror that they'd end up like her. They felt so much like their parents. Mara felt it then, and... she feels it now.]
[She takes a staggering step back, eyes wide with horror.] Solo?