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Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.
Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey
Prologue
There is no death; there is the Force.
The world continued to spin and tilt unnervingly as he grasped for something to hold on to against the drug-induced delirium.
I'm dying.
He couldn't see, couldn't feel. The terrorists on Duena had done a good job of completely preventing him from aiding the governor's family and friends.
I can't see.
The Force fluttered just out of reach as his mental state mirrored his physical one. He spun and spun and could find no hold, no help form the toxic substance in his system.
I can't feel.
His head sagged against his chest as his arms pin-wheeled around him. Finally, he slumped to his knees.
I can't do this.
He crashed to his side, his already broken arm jarred under the weight of his body. His long hair splayed out around his head and torso like the sun-crown of a long forgotten god.
I won't do this.
His unfocused eyes closed lightly, as his pulse quickened then ceased.
I love you.