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Valediction
by Ephignia
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Master.
My heart will beat three times more, I think, before it has dissapeared. Perhaps less. Perhaps more.
I have never heard it so clearly. I have never been so enthralled by that familiar beat. It means life.
They say one's life flashes before one's eyes in the few precious moments before death. Not for me. My mind holds in its death-grip your last scream, a sound which will echo through the afterlife I'm rushing to for eternities and infinities...
I spend my last second in confusion.
Does your outburst mean that, at the end of things, after the ill turns, after the atrocities... Could it mean that...
Perhaps the clumsy Obi-Wan fell in with me.
Perhaps you fear the impression this picture I've painted with my demise has created in your brain. Perhaps I've succeeded with that final, meaningless threat I yelled so boldly just a moment ago.
Or maybe you mourn me. I hope?
One more heartbeat.
This last regret
(if it exists, if it's regret and not panic)
means
nothing.
Death yawns in my face. It has seen more contrition over eons than I could fathom.
Master... I wish, oh, how I wish I'd not been so quick to leap-
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