[ it's a potent weapon, a mother's love. the shot is better placed than any blaster bolt might be. her eyes widen as she tries to fight through it, but —
no. it's no use. just feeling it, even secondhand, even within him, rattles her. her chest opens up, an ache that she cannot describe. she had never known anything like that. she had gone without for her entire life, and to see him find strength in it hurts still more.
enough that when he pushes back, he gets a glimpse of something else. a young girl crying. clinging to her mother's side.
and someone else pulling her back, away.
no! she crows. no, i don't want to go! don't make me go with him! ]
Give. Her. To me. [ she tightens her jaw, snarling, and with tears streaming down her cheeks forces herself deeper into his mind. she casts these distractions aside. ]
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no. it's no use. just feeling it, even secondhand, even within him, rattles her. her chest opens up, an ache that she cannot describe. she had never known anything like that. she had gone without for her entire life, and to see him find strength in it hurts still more.
enough that when he pushes back, he gets a glimpse of something else. a young girl crying. clinging to her mother's side.
and someone else pulling her back, away.
no! she crows. no, i don't want to go! don't make me go with him! ]
Give. Her. To me. [ she tightens her jaw, snarling, and with tears streaming down her cheeks forces herself deeper into his mind. she casts these distractions aside. ]