[ it comes out in a quiet voice, hardly more than a whisper. spat out despite the sharp stinging from the cut so close to his throat. he doesn't know what else to say, because literally anything else would betray his emotions. the sick dread he feels as she runs her hands down his spine, envisioning the kind of helplessness that would accompany being paralyzed like that.
and, if not that, and he doesn't want to talk about how finn close finn came to not surviving. he was there when they brought him to medical. he saw what happened before the bacta bag. (he saw what happened after the bacta bag.) when she says "recreate" he doesn't know if she means superficially, like the scar on his face ... or something more genuine. he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know.
there's a lot of fear churning underneath the surface, barely contained below "his name is finn." ]
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[ it comes out in a quiet voice, hardly more than a whisper. spat out despite the sharp stinging from the cut so close to his throat. he doesn't know what else to say, because literally anything else would betray his emotions. the sick dread he feels as she runs her hands down his spine, envisioning the kind of helplessness that would accompany being paralyzed like that.
and, if not that, and he doesn't want to talk about how finn close finn came to not surviving. he was there when they brought him to medical. he saw what happened before the bacta bag. (he saw what happened after the bacta bag.) when she says "recreate" he doesn't know if she means superficially, like the scar on his face ... or something more genuine. he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know.
there's a lot of fear churning underneath the surface, barely contained below "his name is finn." ]