[ he stabilizes, but doesn't really get better. he realizes it, too. it's too much. he can tell that he's barely wobbling on the line between life and death, and it's because jasmine won't let him go. and maybe he should tell her to let go. he knows he should tell her to stop. he's not force sensitive, but he knows she's in pain. he can tell. whatever she's doing is taking all his pain. or maybe it's too much. but she should stop.
this time when he tries to put his hand over hers, his body listens. it's warm. for a second he thinks it's too warm, only to come to the realization that she's warm and he's cold. every simple thought takes all of his focus.
he can't tell her to stop yet because he has more to say. something singular, something important cutting through gray fog. ]
Can you make sure my dad knows? I wanna make sure my dad —
[ i want him to be proud of me. that wouldn't have been the end of the sentence, probably. that would have been too emotionally direct. but that was the intent. ]
screeches
this time when he tries to put his hand over hers, his body listens. it's warm. for a second he thinks it's too warm, only to come to the realization that she's warm and he's cold. every simple thought takes all of his focus.
he can't tell her to stop yet because he has more to say. something singular, something important cutting through gray fog. ]
Can you make sure my dad knows? I wanna make sure my dad —
[ i want him to be proud of me. that wouldn't have been the end of the sentence, probably. that would have been too emotionally direct. but that was the intent. ]