[ Her face is still stained with tears, and she's shaking her head, pouting and trying too hard not to look at him, ashamed of her own weakness even here in this surreal middle-space between sleep and waking. Ben doesn't feel real to her — only Snoke does. She can't trust him. All she can trust is her experience, and that experience is certainty of pain.
She makes a sound like a whimper, fighting the touch of his hand on her face, trying to turn away from it and push back from him.
Snoke's presence is getting closer. That inky shadow descending, almost like they can hear something rumbling towards the walker's hatch. Kira presses her eyes shut like she can will herself away from there, or perhaps just like she's bracing for the inevitable pain. That is her survival instinct. Withstanding pain, outlasting it. It is inevitable and constant in her life, but she can come out the other end of it, she can—
'Solo.' Murmurs Snoke's voice again. Her fingers dig into Ben's shoulders, clutching him tight like he's hers to protect from what has already been done to her.
Panic jolts her awake, sudden enough for her to crash and thump against metal flooring and walls as she flails out of his bunk, panting and gasping and sweating. ]
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She makes a sound like a whimper, fighting the touch of his hand on her face, trying to turn away from it and push back from him.
Snoke's presence is getting closer. That inky shadow descending, almost like they can hear something rumbling towards the walker's hatch. Kira presses her eyes shut like she can will herself away from there, or perhaps just like she's bracing for the inevitable pain. That is her survival instinct. Withstanding pain, outlasting it. It is inevitable and constant in her life, but she can come out the other end of it, she can—
'Solo.' Murmurs Snoke's voice again. Her fingers dig into Ben's shoulders, clutching him tight like he's hers to protect from what has already been done to her.
Panic jolts her awake, sudden enough for her to crash and thump against metal flooring and walls as she flails out of his bunk, panting and gasping and sweating. ]