andrecia.

THERE’S   A   CUT   ABOVE   HER   EYEBROW   and   she   can   feel   it   oozing   blood   ,   but   she   can’t   bring   herself   to   care   enough   to   bother   with   bacta   .      (   The   world   around   her   seems   DULL   ,   and   battle   has   never   been   invigorating   .   )                        I’ll   never   understand   how   you   still   manage   to   look   like   you’d   be   willing   to   go   a   few   rounds   with   a   rancor   ,   after   a   BATTLE   like   that   ,                       She   mutters   ,   sitting   heavily   on   the   stretcher   opposite   .      Her   own   guilt   at   the   clone   leader’s   death   ━━━   even   despite   her   lack   of   FAULT   ━━━   cast   an   undercurrent   of   bitterness   into   her   tone   ;   FRUSTRATION   taken   out   with   sharpened   words   ,                        I   don’t   need   one   .      

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               HE LAUGHS SOFTLY, a sound so quiet it feels more like a memory. His head shakes dust from the thick spill of his hair, grained with golden highlights && singed around the edges from blaster fire. When he looks at her again it’s with blue eyes && a face like a falling star. Those eyes are old, but his expression still curves towards youthful arrogance. ❝ Me? I could do this all day. ❞ The end of his response fades into a creaking treble, the gentle scrape of exhaustion following his words, cleared like debris from his throat just after. 

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               His expression sharpens along with her own. ❝ You got hit pretty hard on the head. That cut needs a bacta patch && you probably have a minor concussion && some bruised ribs. ❞ He winces again, softening the hard edge to his tone. ❝ Trust me, I’d know. ❞

 
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