[ Free of him, yes. And left alone with the consequence of the craven she was, giving up Skywalker so save her own skin. She was nothing. She meant nothing, next to him. She deserved to die for giving him up, if nothing else, but she just couldn't seem to let herself.
She tried to raise her hands to knock him across the face with her shackles — that would wipe the smug right out of him — but the sudden and burning pain drove her instead to her knees, pulling a scream from her. A scream, and hot tears. ]
I hate you.
[ She pulled her hands to her chest, trying to strike the right balance between letting the weight of the shackles pull on her rotator cuff and exercising her arm too fully and pulling it in a different way. ]
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She tried to raise her hands to knock him across the face with her shackles — that would wipe the smug right out of him — but the sudden and burning pain drove her instead to her knees, pulling a scream from her. A scream, and hot tears. ]
I hate you.
[ She pulled her hands to her chest, trying to strike the right balance between letting the weight of the shackles pull on her rotator cuff and exercising her arm too fully and pulling it in a different way. ]