[ Jasmine is trying to hold it together, to be strong for the both of them and think critically because there had to be something. This couldn't be it. Not today. Yes, lives had to be lost to turn the tide, that was inevitable, but by the Force not his.
The way his eyes lose focus, even briefly, hits like a brick and shatters her weak attempt at calm. She's seen that too many times to not know exactly what it means.
She blinks against the tears, gently stroking her thumb across his cheek. ] Don't talk like that. I can't do this without you.
[ He believed in her when no one else did. Saw the light in her that just needed a chance. A spark to help the flame grow. He saw what she couldn't see but eventually he got her to see it too. To believe. To fight the darkness and prove that it didn't have to win.
And damn it, she wasn't going to lose him without a fight.
Mentally shaking herself, she turns her attention back to the wound and covers it with her hands, trying to be gentle with her touch but there really wasn't the time to be delicate and careful. There's no shortage of emotion and energy for her to call on, it's practically coming off her in waves, and she channels her power to her hands. Her touch flares with heat but there's no burn, just warmth and light. She wills that heat to heal, to mend, to follow the pain and draw it out while replacing it with the calm and gentle warmth of the Light.
Her breath catches hard as she feels his pain, it makes her head swim and threatens to break her focus, but she forces herself to push past it. She could do this. For him, she would endure. Maybe it wouldn't be complete but any amount of healing was infinitely better than none and gave him more of a chance. ]
Stay with me, Poe. Fight. I'm not done fighting for you so don't you dare give up.
omg it's too early for this ;_;
The way his eyes lose focus, even briefly, hits like a brick and shatters her weak attempt at calm. She's seen that too many times to not know exactly what it means.
She blinks against the tears, gently stroking her thumb across his cheek. ] Don't talk like that. I can't do this without you.
[ He believed in her when no one else did. Saw the light in her that just needed a chance. A spark to help the flame grow. He saw what she couldn't see but eventually he got her to see it too. To believe. To fight the darkness and prove that it didn't have to win.
And damn it, she wasn't going to lose him without a fight.
Mentally shaking herself, she turns her attention back to the wound and covers it with her hands, trying to be gentle with her touch but there really wasn't the time to be delicate and careful. There's no shortage of emotion and energy for her to call on, it's practically coming off her in waves, and she channels her power to her hands. Her touch flares with heat but there's no burn, just warmth and light. She wills that heat to heal, to mend, to follow the pain and draw it out while replacing it with the calm and gentle warmth of the Light.
Her breath catches hard as she feels his pain, it makes her head swim and threatens to break her focus, but she forces herself to push past it. She could do this. For him, she would endure. Maybe it wouldn't be complete but any amount of healing was infinitely better than none and gave him more of a chance. ]
Stay with me, Poe. Fight. I'm not done fighting for you so don't you dare give up.