[Kira disappears from his arms, and Ben suddenly finds himself alone in that darkness, all details of the AT-AT now gone from his vision. His heart pounds for a long moment while the sound of silence rumbles with the echo of his name. He feels something in his chest seize painfully when the clutch of Kira's hands disappears. He can see his breath in the cold void.
But he does not snap awake the same way Kira does -- his slumber continues, deeply induced, and no familiarity comes to rescue him from it.]
Kira?
[He mumbles it from the cockpit, barely able to be made out for the word that it is, though her name echoes in the blank space of his subconscious. The darkness is suffocating, but he is paralyzed to move -- like anything might trigger the return of that growl.
Back in the Falcon, he remains fast asleep on the bench, rigid as death itself, but twice as pale and clammy.]
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But he does not snap awake the same way Kira does -- his slumber continues, deeply induced, and no familiarity comes to rescue him from it.]
Kira?
[He mumbles it from the cockpit, barely able to be made out for the word that it is, though her name echoes in the blank space of his subconscious. The darkness is suffocating, but he is paralyzed to move -- like anything might trigger the return of that growl.
Back in the Falcon, he remains fast asleep on the bench, rigid as death itself, but twice as pale and clammy.]