[ First time he'd ever seen it, and he is giving it to her. Kira clutches the book tighter to her, as though she's positive now that he will rip it away. Some part of her screams to throw it down and not allow him to use it to get his hooks in her. But she can't bring herself to.
She has never owned anything. Not even herself. She cannot turn away the gift, even seeing the strings tied to it. The trap it sets. Her tongue is weighed down by that fear, though, stopping her from extending a promise that she wants to make: that if he returns with her to the First Order, he could have a hundred paperbacks with the credits they'd pay him for his information.
It's an uncanny sight, the way she curls around it, looking small even in the dark robes of a First Order enforcer, dark but compact and terribly young and wide-eyed for the horrors she inflicts. ]
Why were you on Toydaria?
[ There's a story there. And she's developing a taste for them. ]
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She has never owned anything. Not even herself. She cannot turn away the gift, even seeing the strings tied to it. The trap it sets. Her tongue is weighed down by that fear, though, stopping her from extending a promise that she wants to make: that if he returns with her to the First Order, he could have a hundred paperbacks with the credits they'd pay him for his information.
It's an uncanny sight, the way she curls around it, looking small even in the dark robes of a First Order enforcer, dark but compact and terribly young and wide-eyed for the horrors she inflicts. ]
Why were you on Toydaria?
[ There's a story there. And she's developing a taste for them. ]