[Her hand buts up against his own, and for a moment, he stubbornly keeps it there as if he could force her away -- but he doesn't remember how. Or if he'd ever been capable.
Or if he really wants to.]
I never stopped.
[Is that so surprising? Even without their connection, she was one of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy now. The only one left who could reasonably oppose him at the height of her power. And she was helping build an army to fight him.
That's not what she means -- he gets a sense of it when she squeezes him and forces his hand away. He doesn't quite lean back into her, but her presence is offered the barest acknowledgement when he finally turns his head until his cheek meets her's.
There's a slight urge to recoil, like there is some part of him that knows that he doesn't have to allow this. He could force this spectre away, if he tried hard enough.]
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Or if he really wants to.]
I never stopped.
[Is that so surprising? Even without their connection, she was one of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy now. The only one left who could reasonably oppose him at the height of her power. And she was helping build an army to fight him.
That's not what she means -- he gets a sense of it when she squeezes him and forces his hand away. He doesn't quite lean back into her, but her presence is offered the barest acknowledgement when he finally turns his head until his cheek meets her's.
There's a slight urge to recoil, like there is some part of him that knows that he doesn't have to allow this. He could force this spectre away, if he tried hard enough.]
Did you think I would give up?