A flash blinds her for a second. Only a second. When her face gets hot and her blood starts to boil over. Their positions have, once again, changed. From Rey trying to calm Maketh, to Maketh shrinking at Rey's wound and fury.
She could fix this. Make the bleeding stop. It isn't like she doesn't know how. First aid and other skills have allowed her the ability to shrug off these hits.
But then nothing would be learned.
"THAT'S STILL. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ANSWER," Rey bellows, throwing her fist to the wall. Pounding it four times with every pause of word and breath. It doesn't do her condition any favors, as it only exacerbates the injury.
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She could fix this. Make the bleeding stop. It isn't like she doesn't know how. First aid and other skills have allowed her the ability to shrug off these hits.
But then nothing would be learned.
"THAT'S STILL. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ANSWER," Rey bellows, throwing her fist to the wall. Pounding it four times with every pause of word and breath. It doesn't do her condition any favors, as it only exacerbates the injury.