[ Every breath weighs heavy in her chest as she tries to come back to herself, trembling and nervous, but the feeling of despair hasn't faded. The telling sense of Snoke's presence is gone from her mind, but still thick in the air. She grabs onto the edge of the bunk and uses it to steady herself, to stand.
She hears something from the other room. 'Wake up,' Ben had said in her dream, as if he knew. As if he felt it. He'd spoken before, about her nightmares — had he been in her mind? Had he been real? She clutches at her chest, fear tightening its grip around her heart. If he was real, then he had seen ...
She tears off out of the room to find him there prone on the bench, clammy and paralyzed and clouded in the Dark. No. A rank possessiveness seizes hold of her — Snoke cannot have him. This one thing cannot be made his when her entire life already is. She crouches beside Ben, grabbing for his shoulders and shaking him. ]
Wake up! [ It's a shouted order. ] Wake up, dammit.
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She hears something from the other room. 'Wake up,' Ben had said in her dream, as if he knew. As if he felt it. He'd spoken before, about her nightmares — had he been in her mind? Had he been real? She clutches at her chest, fear tightening its grip around her heart. If he was real, then he had seen ...
She tears off out of the room to find him there prone on the bench, clammy and paralyzed and clouded in the Dark. No. A rank possessiveness seizes hold of her — Snoke cannot have him. This one thing cannot be made his when her entire life already is. She crouches beside Ben, grabbing for his shoulders and shaking him. ]
Wake up! [ It's a shouted order. ] Wake up, dammit.