[ The lack of scratching from the dogs offers her peace, at first. She only thinks to look down in time to see one of his thicker knights preparing to scale the tree. He's worse at it than she is, trained knight or no. She gets to her feet then, wary and ready to pounce away, but—
There's another climbing up the next tree.
Balls. All of it, balls.
They would hold her in cells in King's Landing, if she ever made it to cells. If he didn't turn her into a meal for his dogs. If, if, if. Lady Organa apparently had allies in King's Landing. Perhaps when they heard what her crimes were, they would save her. Come to her rescue and whisk her away through some secret tunnel and —
It was the fantasy of a child. A fairytale. She'd be better to jump now, let her neck break, and never risk them hearing where Skywalker was. If she didn't, they'd torture it out of her.
She straightens her knees, trying to bring herself to do it. She can do it. Skywalker is their only chance, for once in her stupid, worthless life she doesn't have to be selfish. She can just … She can do this. Her life is worth less than his, and if she's captured, it's a matter of when — not if — they pull Skywalker from her. She knows this. Knows this, and yet …
A lifetime of survival cannot be overriden. She can't bring herself to jump.
She pulls the knife from her belt and for a moment it looks like she might raise it against his knight, the one climbing after her. She levels it at him, grasped in both hands, but —
It'll hurt worse, and she'll lose. She'll lose.
Surviving today is the first battle.
She drops the knife and lets it plunge to the forest floor, holding up her hands. ]
It's gone. Kill me and you'll never know what was in it.
[ The knight hesitates as he gets high enough in the tree to grasp her, then looks down at Ren for guidance. ]
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There's another climbing up the next tree.
Balls. All of it, balls.
They would hold her in cells in King's Landing, if she ever made it to cells. If he didn't turn her into a meal for his dogs. If, if, if. Lady Organa apparently had allies in King's Landing. Perhaps when they heard what her crimes were, they would save her. Come to her rescue and whisk her away through some secret tunnel and —
It was the fantasy of a child. A fairytale. She'd be better to jump now, let her neck break, and never risk them hearing where Skywalker was. If she didn't, they'd torture it out of her.
She straightens her knees, trying to bring herself to do it. She can do it. Skywalker is their only chance, for once in her stupid, worthless life she doesn't have to be selfish. She can just … She can do this. Her life is worth less than his, and if she's captured, it's a matter of when — not if — they pull Skywalker from her. She knows this. Knows this, and yet …
A lifetime of survival cannot be overriden. She can't bring herself to jump.
She pulls the knife from her belt and for a moment it looks like she might raise it against his knight, the one climbing after her. She levels it at him, grasped in both hands, but —
It'll hurt worse, and she'll lose. She'll lose.
Surviving today is the first battle.
She drops the knife and lets it plunge to the forest floor, holding up her hands. ]
It's gone. Kill me and you'll never know what was in it.
[ The knight hesitates as he gets high enough in the tree to grasp her, then looks down at Ren for guidance. ]