mental link, day 32

[headinjuries]

[ Sam crashed hard after the vigil, because between all the lies making him feel like he was going to puke and trying to pick them apart giving him one mother of a headache, staying awake felt like something you only do if you really hate yourself.

Do all newfound psychic powers suck this bad? He was fine with just flying and blowing things up, thanks. ]

( By the way, just figured everybody should know: Seong-Hye Ngazi is full of crap, the Public Safety Commission isn't half as gung-ho about bringing the bomber to justice as she makes it sound, and I'm like ninety percent she actually knows who did it, but that part I'm not quite positive about.

So, you know. In case anybody wanted to break into her office or stalk her or something. I hear some of you guys are actually good at the cloak and dagger stuff.

You're welcome. )

[ He can be found in the common area of the Bearings, scrolling through news reports and radiating pure frustration, if anyone would rather comment to his face instead of over the link. ]

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[narcissithstic]

[Still knitting, it's the ruthless surge of pain catching beneath his ribs that stalls his (entirely livid) response.]

Then perhaps you'd like to volunteer in his stead.

ilu for that gif

[sensitively]

[ Can he feel her sharp bark of laughter? ]

( I have nothing I could learn from you. )

it's my most alluring trait

[narcissithstic]

[He certainly wishes he couldn't.]

Because you bested me when I was wounded? —When I'd already taken the lives of the 'friends' you so desperately clung to?

You know -nothing- about strength. About sacrifice. [Barely a step away from Jakku and already she's spoiled with affection that should have rightly been his, with power that was his long before she drew her first breath. ]

The Nest needs what I have to offer more than it needs your ignorance.

[sensitively]

( Don't use your injury as an excuse. I saw you pounding on it with your fist, before the fight — channeling your pain into the Dark side of the Force, isn't that what you were doing? It only likely made you stronger.

And don't you dare lecture me about strength and sacrifice — you know nothing about a family that would abandon you. ) [ And in her mind she elaborates; Ren would of course never know being left in a wasteland, in the care of a thug like Plutt, who intentionally starved her hoping he'd get her to eventually sell herself for food. ]