[Like a tether drawn to its limit, his anger pitches forward for an instant— and then snaps. Slackens alongside the set of his fingers where they've bored down against her skin.
He lets her go; he has no choice.
Because it's the only possibility that makes sense. The saber and its twin, her determined responses where before this moment she'd only wanted him gone, the Force— he knows what he feels, swimming just beneath his skin, however much he struggles to ignore it. Carefully, he turns, sets his back to her. Not for her sake, but for his own.]
Which is why you have his saber.
[His knuckles catch where he raps them against one another in thought, scuffing callouses and old scars alike. Badges earned across too many long-forgotten years. Memories better off left dead.]
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He lets her go; he has no choice.
Because it's the only possibility that makes sense. The saber and its twin, her determined responses where before this moment she'd only wanted him gone, the Force— he knows what he feels, swimming just beneath his skin, however much he struggles to ignore it. Carefully, he turns, sets his back to her. Not for her sake, but for his own.]
Which is why you have his saber.
[His knuckles catch where he raps them against one another in thought, scuffing callouses and old scars alike. Badges earned across too many long-forgotten years. Memories better off left dead.]