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𝙿𝙾𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 + 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜.
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They won.
They won.
They won.
For all of the galaxy, for all of the relief, Lai can’t shake a sense of deepset dread in her chest. She can’t remove herself from the fear and doubt that there will never be a world for her, because if ghosts can come back to life? What was reality?
She’s tucked up under a quiet tree with shaking fingers idly, tiredly, swiping figures past on a datapad. Worlds around the galaxy were rising up in celebration, but still....she’s exhausted.
A tree branch snaps behind her and she jumps, but paints a smile on her melancholy face.
“Hello, my darling,” she says and opens her arms for him to come close for a hug.
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❝ i just wanted to say, uh, thanks for earlier. ❞
he drags his right boot across the ground, making a horizontal line in the hazel coloured dirt --- he hates making eye contact, a consequence of being SHY. it doesn’t help that he’s simply a foreigner on this planet, just master luke's student and poe --- well poe is poe; braver, older and well liked by master luke too. ben wants nothing more than to be his FRIEND, but things weren’t going the way he’d hoped. he tries a toothy grin, an attempt to get a flicker of a conversation going.
❝ if master luke found out, he'd probably kill me--- ❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ 𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 show a lot of potential , doesn’t he ? ❞
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a rhetorical question from an 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 , spoken to no one in particular , except perhaps the force .
If Miles had one day left to live, how would he spend it?
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He’d live life like there were no consequences – because, really, there wouldn’t be. Miles is generally the kind of person who doesn’t have regrets. There aren’t too many things he’d go back and change, or try to reconcile if he was faced with an extremely limited amount of time. In his mind, things happened as they happened and, for better or worse, made him the person that he currently is. Consequently, once he’s done with something, he’s done with it. He burns bridges and never looks back, so there wouldn’t really be anything he’d try to ‘make up for.’ No apologizing for past fuckups, no trying to make peace with people he’s wronged or who have wronged him in turn. He made those kinds of choices at the time that things happened, and he firmly believes that whatever happened was the right thing.
What he would do is make a point of doing the things he’d been afraid of doing – like finally telling off all the people who’ve fucked him over/getting some serious revenge – because of pesky things like “the law” and “social norms”. You can almost bet he’d make a point of tracking certain people down just for the opportunity to flip them off one last time, and he’s just as likely to publicly execute a Murkoff exec just for the hell of it. Not like he’s got a lengthy jail sentence to worry about.
Maybe, at the end of the day, Miles would use his last few hours to go back to his family. Once he’s dead, it’s not like they’ll be of use to Murkoff or anyone else as bait for him. Yet, at the same time, he’d be reluctant to open old wounds. What good would it serve them to know that he’s been (relatively) alive and okay the entire time if it’s such a temporary reunion? For all intents and purposes, Miles Upshur is dead and buried – would it be beneficial for his parents and siblings to have that closure destroyed? To have to face the grieving process all over again? It would probably be in everyone’s best interest if he just continued to stay away.
Overall, he’d probably end up treating it like any other day. He’s made peace with most things, and has at least come to the understanding that other things are just irreconcilable. So what else is there to do other than eat whatever he wants and take a little time to tell a select few individuals to go fuck themselves?
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Hands fold behind his back in an idle, relaxed parade rest -- dark eyes on the view port of the ship as they flicker across the expanse of the stars ; shoulders squared back with the imaginary weight of the Resistance that rested upon them for the time being. If the General looked conflicted it did not show in the unreadable depths of his eyes as he turned over his shoulder at the other entering the room -- releasing a breath for a beat before unraveling his hands from behind him to rest at his sides. “Dameron -” he greets softly, taking a few steps closer of acknowledgement of the pilot.
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“Worth it for this,” he said into Poe’s kiss, chasing Poe’s lips as he pulled away. He was losing his attention to the model plane, but that was okay because Hardison was really proud of it. Three nights of sleep had been lost over this, first to trying to solve the wind resistance problem and then researching how to decorate it. He laid a hand on the small of Poe’s back as the pilot went back to examining his gift. “I tried to paint it to look like. Um. Your mom’s. Do you want to take it out for a spin?”