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                                                              ❝ I must. ❞

   – A short statement to first reply to his almost desperate-sounding words. Padmé knew he felt LOST – oh, how she wished she could stay to GUIDE him through the long journey he had ahead of him, but there was only so much she could do for him before she had to fadefrom him again. The Force let her know when she was NEEDED, and although Luke was not aware of it yet, her guidance was only a small piece of the guidance he needed.

                                                           ❝ – My son – ❞

   She wanted NOTHING more than to take his face in her hands, assure him that he was brave enough to carry on. There would be tough trials ahead, Padmé felt it. Truthfully, she didn’t KNOW if she would be able to show up to him again, but she RADIATED HOPE, as she always wished to do around the ones she loved.

  ❝ Do not give up. – You are strong, brave —- and if our paths do cross again, it will be when you need me the most. ❞

   It took all of her power not to try to REACH OUT to him – as if she were physically there to softly touch his cheek. A small, reassuring smile spread across the spirit’s features, and she soon began to fade from him. A whisper – a whisper was all she let out as she departed from him. Words he had heard before – yet with a meaning he may not have TRULYunderstood upon first hearing them.

                                            ❝ May The Force be with you. ❞                                                    ( I will be with you. )

   He has never seen this woman before; and yet somehow, he KNOWS.    The image of her is hazy, never quite staying and focus – but he KNOWS.    That feeling of unconditional LOVE overtakes him, draws him toward her.    It bathes him in its warmth, pumps from his heart and through his veins;    and though they never touch, he can f e e l  her presence around him,    rooted within him. He looks at her, and he KNOWS.

                    ❝ M o t h e r … ❞

    The word is but a whisper, heavy with a sort of GRIEF that can never be      scrubbed away. He wants to cling to her, to her love —- but her image is      fading now, and he can feel himself growing colder.

                  ❝ Hey —- wait —- no! ❞

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     he woke with a start, chest heaving as he tried helplessly to get his breath back. the images of his nightmare flashed through his mind, the sound of padmé’s screams rang in his ears. he’d suffered with these dreams, these vivid dreams around the time his mother died, and they came true. he couldn’t let that happen to padmé. their child needed their mother, and he needed his wife.

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      “ -- I’m fine!”

The worlds were called out loud enough so she could hear, but the truth was he didn’t need to raise his voice. The entire atmosphere seemed to be a blanket of silence, laid gently over the room.

His hands shook, muscles tired, knuckles bloody. Why? Well, the evidence is written on the walls. Quite literally. One could see clearly where Dean’s fist made contact with the walls. With the first few blows, there was no damage. But he’d kept banging his knuckled against the surface, eventually leaving traces of his blood and even small dents in the walls.

Stress was reaching Dean and he had yet to learn how to deal with it. He needed to exert his energy and fear in some way. This seemed to be the best.

Dean’s next words were quiet, meant for himself as he sat on the floor, against the wall, alone.

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      “ -- I took a wrong turn.”

His answer his surprisingly calm and quiet. He’s not sure if he wants to explain everything, but he also doesn’t feel he has a choice. She deserves answers, after all. She deserves to know the truth. She already knew he’d been a bounty hunter, but the real question was why.

      “I just wanted to see the galaxy;        experience everything.

                                     But I went the wrong way and that’s                                      when things went bad. I got desperate.”