[ She plants her hand on the floor, letting the cool bring her down as she pants through the lingering aftershocks of the pain. Snoke does not hurry out of her mind, does not withdraw his presence easy. There is no purpose to it. His message is no clearer for it — disappointment, rage, and an implicit demand for explanation. But the pain can be instructive. He would say it was there to teach her a lesson.
And he would call her ungrateful for writing off his orders to be here, after all he had done for her.
Picking up her head, her breath still comes out foggy and rasping. She spots Ben in the doorway, frightened, panicked, but not fleeing. She doesn't know what to do with that. The pain is over, but her vision is spotty still. She is dazed. Light-headed. ]
He's coming. [ She sounds half-asleep saying it, her body weakened by the lancing psychic pain. ] I told you: there's no hiding. [ Slowly, she pushes herself to her feet. It looks like she probably shouldn't be there, judging by the swaying. ] I hope you were telling the truth.
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And he would call her ungrateful for writing off his orders to be here, after all he had done for her.
Picking up her head, her breath still comes out foggy and rasping. She spots Ben in the doorway, frightened, panicked, but not fleeing. She doesn't know what to do with that. The pain is over, but her vision is spotty still. She is dazed. Light-headed. ]
He's coming. [ She sounds half-asleep saying it, her body weakened by the lancing psychic pain. ] I told you: there's no hiding. [ Slowly, she pushes herself to her feet. It looks like she probably shouldn't be there, judging by the swaying. ] I hope you were telling the truth.