And in the corner, his former best friend, convinced he’d been living with a monster. And if he hadn’t been surrounded by witnesses he would have been tempted to stay in that place of power, and let it turn him into a deity.īut he had witnesses, who knew exactly what he was doing. Broken though that seat was, there it was constrained to stay by his will upon it. He’d made it all flow backwards, stuffed her vitality back into its seat within her. He had Forced it back, and blackened whatever would not stop running, into ash. Faster than her body could, he had closed the leak letting out her fleeing life.
The surrounding tissues would gradually absorb the detritus left by her wound, in the cauterized areas. I dedicate this fic to Rip Cruncher, who probably doesn’t give a fig for Star Wars anyway. He did the right thing and saved the kriffing princess.
