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Ben frowned at the newscast. The woman on the screen was reporting that whatever was going on in Russia had traveled to places like China and Africa, then as far as England. He had a hard time standing around their living room. “Rey? Honey, if we go to the store now, we could have a good four week stock on top of what we have in the basement.”
Paranoid. He knew that’s what it was but this was spreading, it was... well, an epidemic of some kind. No one could see what it was doing it but the rash of suicides was enough to set him on edge in a way that not even his work could. He stepped away and rummaged around in his backpack, pulled his wallet out, and sighed.
“I know it’s probably nothing but I still want to make sure we have everything we need.” On top of that, he was sure his mother was going to call him in to interrogate anyone that survived. His brute force methods were... unlikely to yield the desired results but an attempt could be made at least. Ben stepped into the kitchen and shrugged at her. “I might as well stop by the hardware store too, board up the windows and see about setting up some more protective measures around the doors.”
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Ben held onto the lacy fabric and tried not to look like a fathier in spotlights. Of course, that was the hardest thing to do in his life because he'd never had a woman throw their lingerie at him. Truthfully, it was a pretty piece of clothing, he wouldn't say it wasn't.
"Constricting but it stays on, I guess. No one wants their junk flapping in the wind though, so I can understand why they'd put it on. If they're into that." He looked up the second she came out and Ben almost dropped the piece but his jaw certainly fell.
"...Honestly, if these are the types of things you're going to be wearing when this thing isn't on, I'm okay with that. Wow." Honestly, he couldn't begin to think about the mission. Ben had thrown on half an old suit he found in his father's things and was surprised they fit at all. White button up, black slacks, shoes to match, and he'd managed to tame his hair for once.
But he was nothing in comparison to her. "You're a goddess."
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“I know.” Ben told her, his spirit sitting down before her. “But it’s probably better off this way. You were the one meant to live. Besides, you and I both know if I survived, I would be either executed or rotting away in some prison. In any case, you should move on. You’re the last of the Jedi now. Only you can rebuild the Order if you choose to. From what I understand there are several defected storm troopers that are Force sensitive and need your help.”