[The squirm turns to a thrash of pain, breathing accelerating to hyperventilation as he feels his mind crack open. It feels like someone is peeling his eyelids back and forcing him to stare at the sun, searing through his skull and forcing him to focus on his initial train of thought.
Chandrila, birthplace of the New Republic. She wasn’t wrong. It was where he was born and raised until his father—]
GET OUT!
[He snarls, spitting messily. The memory of Han Solo unearths anger from the base of his fear. —until his father had gone off to make contact with an old acquaintance, and had never come back. Trapped by the First Order in transit, before the New Republic even had a chance to know they had risen. Maybe if they had listened to him about the activity in the Outer Rim the first time —
Ben doesn’t quite understand by what process it happens, but all he can think to do is push with everything he has.]
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Chandrila, birthplace of the New Republic. She wasn’t wrong. It was where he was born and raised until his father—]
GET OUT!
[He snarls, spitting messily. The memory of Han Solo unearths anger from the base of his fear. —until his father had gone off to make contact with an old acquaintance, and had never come back. Trapped by the First Order in transit, before the New Republic even had a chance to know they had risen. Maybe if they had listened to him about the activity in the Outer Rim the first time —
Ben doesn’t quite understand by what process it happens, but all he can think to do is push with everything he has.]