[ let her pace in peace! short, quick strides before she turns. normally she would be clutching her crystal but her hands stay by her sides, fingers drumming against her thighs.
and then abruptly she stops in front of him, dropping to her knees like the cold floor means nothing. she opens her mouth to speak but her voice crackles and when she starts again her voice is nothing more than a fervent whisper. ]
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[ let her pace in peace! short, quick strides before she turns. normally she would be clutching her crystal but her hands stay by her sides, fingers drumming against her thighs.
and then abruptly she stops in front of him, dropping to her knees like the cold floor means nothing. she opens her mouth to speak but her voice crackles and when she starts again her voice is nothing more than a fervent whisper. ]
They destroy the Death Star.