You're stronger than him. You don't need to follow him. So--why are you?
[He might not be able to probe her anymore, but if he'd learned anything as a smuggler, it was facial tells. Something is needling at her, and he can take a good guess with the knowledge he already as.
But he also feels his ability to resist her strength fraying his edges. His pleas are born of impatience, fear, and exhaustion.]
Stop lying to yourself! Slavery is not what you want--!
[Something in him pushes outward, and it feels like a punch to his gut that winds him, makes him nauseous, and puts him on the edge of consciousness.]
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[He might not be able to probe her anymore, but if he'd learned anything as a smuggler, it was facial tells. Something is needling at her, and he can take a good guess with the knowledge he already as.
But he also feels his ability to resist her strength fraying his edges. His pleas are born of impatience, fear, and exhaustion.]
Stop lying to yourself! Slavery is not what you want--!
[Something in him pushes outward, and it feels like a punch to his gut that winds him, makes him nauseous, and puts him on the edge of consciousness.]