@aequusjedi: "You need me, even if you think you don't."
“What I need is peace and quiet for five minutes,” he growled. It took a moment before he realized who he was talking to. Ben turned his head to find her standing in the middle of the room. He felt like a cornered animal every time the Force bond connected at random. This time was no better.
It’d been a battle on one of the mid rim worlds, an assassin had gotten far too close to him - his own mistake - and nearly taken him out. The wound on his arm was the only gift he’d brought back from it. So much for parts, he supposed. The medkit didn’t have the right antidote for the poison and he could only hope that there wasn’t enough in his bloodstream to cause an issue.
But he managed to clean the wound and was currently sewing his arm back together. When he found that he could no longer concentrate on mending his own flesh, he sighed and turned a tired gaze her way. “Tell me, what gives you that impression? ...Other than the obvious knife wound, please.”
