As soon as it was confirmed she had not thrown up her barriers, shielding him from her once more, he starts. Palms to the grain of the door, eyes clenched shut, he draws up the earliest memory he has of her: his capture.
How young she was then, and facing a Dark Lord of the Sith in the midst of a battle. He projects that to her now through their Bond; that moment, and everything with it. From the way the floor looked singed with blaster bolts and the way the consoles around them were sparking from too much damage to how unnervingly calm he had been when the guns of Malak's ship turned on him, he projects it all.
And then, most of all...her mercy. That moment when she crawled across the floor to him, both wounded from the fire of Malak's ship, and saved his life. His life; a Sith Lord, and she had saved him because she believed once that everyone, no matter their crimes, deserved a second chance.
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How young she was then, and facing a Dark Lord of the Sith in the midst of a battle. He projects that to her now through their Bond; that moment, and everything with it. From the way the floor looked singed with blaster bolts and the way the consoles around them were sparking from too much damage to how unnervingly calm he had been when the guns of Malak's ship turned on him, he projects it all.
And then, most of all...her mercy. That moment when she crawled across the floor to him, both wounded from the fire of Malak's ship, and saved his life. His life; a Sith Lord, and she had saved him because she believed once that everyone, no matter their crimes, deserved a second chance.