[ she can feel the calm wash over him. his body stops fighting her, somewhere far away in the physical world. she reaches out to touch his hair, embrace this child version of himself. his hair is thick and coarse and feels real in her hands the same way ben feels real when she reaches out to him across the force. this, she supposes, is no different really.
the sigh she exhales is both real and a mental projection. it is one resigned to accepting the weight of this burden, the responsibility of helping him survive in a world where there is no resistance. ]
Would you like to go see Finn now?
[ suddenly she is standing beside him in the room again. the child is gone, and she has stopped restraining him. the pressure has gone from his limbs. ]
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the sigh she exhales is both real and a mental projection. it is one resigned to accepting the weight of this burden, the responsibility of helping him survive in a world where there is no resistance. ]
Would you like to go see Finn now?
[ suddenly she is standing beside him in the room again. the child is gone, and she has stopped restraining him. the pressure has gone from his limbs. ]