[ he's right. she doesn't like it. in fact, her blood goes cold at first, ice in her veins that slows her processing to a screeching halt. the rage comes after it has finally hit her heart, what he has said. a white-hot fury that spreads and consumes and claws its way into her throat. she wants to suppress it — snoke will feel it, snoke will know, — but she can't help it.
how? how could he still love her, knowing what she had done to him? he just didn't see. that was all. he didn't understand, couldn't accept the truth. kira snarls as she says, ] She doesn't love you. She'll let you die here.
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how? how could he still love her, knowing what she had done to him? he just didn't see. that was all. he didn't understand, couldn't accept the truth. kira snarls as she says, ] She doesn't love you. She'll let you die here.