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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

In sum, I must admit to the crime of adoring you; should you wish to punish me, the very punishment will be reward.

If you're too old for this, the New Republic might as well give up now. Barring a squadron of Jedi Knights winging their way in here, you're the best we've got. That may not impress you, but there are plenty of Imp pilots out there who don't sleep the whole night through because of dreams about you being on their tails.

emptiness filled her, swallowed her up, she became a black hole, sucking up everything in her path, in order to feel whole again.