“I’m done after this.”
“Are you? What does that mean, done? Done with what? With us? With all of it?… so it’s a private thing, something I wouldn’t understand?… can I guess? You’re tired. It’s too much. It’s too hard.”
she was too tired. it was too much. it was too hard. and yet and yet and YET. done isn’t a part of her vocabulary. it’s not in her bones. killing luthen wasn’t enough to do it, as much as it physically showed how ripped she was mentally. she wasn’t done. doing something like this doesn’t allow you to be done. she wasnt done on her home planet or in the coruscant safe house or even on yavin
there’s never lately. there’s always















