[ Flaying him open brings her no pleasure. She had thought it would ease some of the ache, but it merely deepens, resounding painfully through her.
At this rate, she can't discern the stormy mess of his emotions from her own scattered, chaotic mix. ]
(You're right. Luke Skywalker admitted his mistakes. You just run from them.)
[ It feels like taking a splinter and digging it further, twisting mercilessly, but her voice still chokes as if she were saying it aloud: frayed, distressed. ]
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At this rate, she can't discern the stormy mess of his emotions from her own scattered, chaotic mix. ]
( You're right. Luke Skywalker admitted his mistakes. You just run from them. )
[ It feels like taking a splinter and digging it further, twisting mercilessly, but her voice still chokes as if she were saying it aloud: frayed, distressed. ]
( He was a better man than you were. )