Rey can't help the hole left in her heart. She can't fill it to make the emptiness go away. Maybe she could put on a mask for a while, fake it until she makes it. But it'll never be enough for her.
She wonders if this is what it felt like, for all those people she made to suffer. Everyone whose spouses and loved ones she's left, children orphaned. And not all of them for some noble cause, or because it was her duty.
Because she remembers what it felt like to enjoy it. The last thing she wants is to be that person again, who can only find happiness in the feeling of life fleeting from a living body.
So Rey doesn't answer. She can't bring herself to muster the words to agree or argue. The fight is gone and she's just tired now.
She shakes. Stifling the pathetic whimpers against her hands when her response comes only in broken sobs.
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It doesn't feel that way.
Rey can't help the hole left in her heart. She can't fill it to make the emptiness go away. Maybe she could put on a mask for a while, fake it until she makes it. But it'll never be enough for her.
She wonders if this is what it felt like, for all those people she made to suffer. Everyone whose spouses and loved ones she's left, children orphaned. And not all of them for some noble cause, or because it was her duty.
Because she remembers what it felt like to enjoy it. The last thing she wants is to be that person again, who can only find happiness in the feeling of life fleeting from a living body.
So Rey doesn't answer. She can't bring herself to muster the words to agree or argue. The fight is gone and she's just tired now.
She shakes. Stifling the pathetic whimpers against her hands when her response comes only in broken sobs.
It's not enough.