[The sound suddenly muffles around his skull and something in his windpipe compresses. He can’t speak — slowly, his breath leaves him. She is talking to him, though her words are slow to register thanks to all of the pressure. The implication that his mother would leave him behind to die is insane--
He can’t protest, because she is choking him, but doubt suddenly skitters across his mind the more he tries to think around the black in his throat. Would she come for him? He would like to think so.
But he also knows General Organa. Saving the Resistance would always take precedent over the life of an individual. Something (other than his struggling lungs) in his chest twists painfully.]
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He can’t protest, because she is choking him, but doubt suddenly skitters across his mind the more he tries to think around the black in his throat. Would she come for him? He would like to think so.
But he also knows General Organa. Saving the Resistance would always take precedent over the life of an individual. Something (other than his struggling lungs) in his chest twists painfully.]