[ when kira reports to the supreme leader, he does not send her to clear the weapons cache with captain phasma's stormtroopers. instead, he pries open her mind, demanding to see the smuggler for himself. to see ben's light for himself.
some part of her wants to hide it, and that fight makes the experience worse. a splitting pain that lingers, dizzying her, setting her on edge well after she has been dismissed. this is the punishment for wanting something for her own. for reaching for something that does not belong to her, for assuming anything ever could be hers and not the supreme leader's.
he wants the smuggler on his side. to replace her. she's sure of it. such a bright light, untainted as she has been. shining. brighter than hers by far. he has more than she does. he has bloodline. he has—
the door heaves open to reveal him still there in the rack.
she says nothing. she hasn't decided what she wants here yet, though leader snoke's orders were clear. the door closes behind her and she paces around him like she were the animal in the cage.
to turn him is to sign her own death warrant.
to do any less is to fail the supreme leader and suffer the consequences.
to kill him and call it necessity is a lie she cannot sustain, one that would only deny herself this grasping fascination she feels. ]
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some part of her wants to hide it, and that fight makes the experience worse. a splitting pain that lingers, dizzying her, setting her on edge well after she has been dismissed. this is the punishment for wanting something for her own. for reaching for something that does not belong to her, for assuming anything ever could be hers and not the supreme leader's.
he wants the smuggler on his side. to replace her. she's sure of it. such a bright light, untainted as she has been. shining. brighter than hers by far. he has more than she does. he has bloodline. he has—
the door heaves open to reveal him still there in the rack.
she says nothing. she hasn't decided what she wants here yet, though leader snoke's orders were clear. the door closes behind her and she paces around him like she were the animal in the cage.
to turn him is to sign her own death warrant.
to do any less is to fail the supreme leader and suffer the consequences.
to kill him and call it necessity is a lie she cannot sustain, one that would only deny herself this grasping fascination she feels. ]