[ The image, unwelcome as it is, heralds a paradoxical combination of freedom and imprisonment. His grip loosens, with time, and she discovers quickly that the pressure on her limbs eases up, freeing her to move. Physically. However, the memory of those words, spoken in her own voice, remind her that her fate has been sealed, that her choices make no difference, only lengthen the path stretched out before her.
Though a lightsaber cannot strike down destiny, it can cut down a man.
She slashes at him to force him away from her, not merely dissatisfied, but furious with his proximity and what he forces into her mind. With the swipe of her blade—for it was hers, it had called to her as though it had always been hers, and only now that Kylo Ren threatened that ownership did she realize that she never meant to merely hold it for Luke in the first place—she thrust him back with such great mental energy that it dizzied her as well. ]
I have never asked you for mercy. [ She growled out the words as though they insulted her: her aptitude, her pride, or her morals, she was not clear on which. More than likely the answer fell squarely between the three. ] I will never ask you for anything.
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Though a lightsaber cannot strike down destiny, it can cut down a man.
She slashes at him to force him away from her, not merely dissatisfied, but furious with his proximity and what he forces into her mind. With the swipe of her blade—for it was hers, it had called to her as though it had always been hers, and only now that Kylo Ren threatened that ownership did she realize that she never meant to merely hold it for Luke in the first place—she thrust him back with such great mental energy that it dizzied her as well. ]
I have never asked you for mercy. [ She growled out the words as though they insulted her: her aptitude, her pride, or her morals, she was not clear on which. More than likely the answer fell squarely between the three. ] I will never ask you for anything.