A HEINOUS LIE IT WOULD BE, IF HE CLAIMED TO HOLD NO BITTERNESS FOR HIS GRANDFATHER. it sits heavy on his tongue, thick and syrupy, constantly threatening to choke the life from him. expectation -- for good or bad but never anything in between -- and a legacy behind him has soured the sweetness of his heart, has turned the sugar into vinegar, his kindness to acid. thereâs no room for a sweet demeanor in his line of work; what has true kindness ever done for him? once he had begun to see his grandfather as someone to be admired, someone to aspire to be like, but he knows now the voice that twisted his thoughts. he knows better now.         A PRESENCE AT HIS BACK IS CLEAR; NO THREAT TO HIM, BUT HE FINDS HIMSELF CURIOUS. the force is pulsating in the shipâs cockpit, so strongly it makes his head spin. neck tilts and turns to peer over his shoulder, breath catching when his eyes catch sight of the pulsing blue glow...a force ghost, it appears. but upon further inspection -- he wants to know who is visiting him after all -- the nausea begins to settle in his throat. the bitterness comes creeping back like an old friend, and seizes his tongue; heâs not quite ready to let go, it seems.   âi donât want to talk to you.â
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