This is a drabble. It's meant to be short.
He was sorry.
He was sorry that he couldn't go with them. As he Force pushed Hera to Ezra, he could hear her desperate cries. It pulled at his heart even as the world around him was descending into fiery chaos. He fixed them with a determined look as the fire pushed against his Force barrier. There was so much fear in them, it was painful. The heat melded with his clothes, making his flesh boil. His eyes stung from the smoke, but he forced himself to Force push the gunship away before his world exploded into flame.
I'm sorry.
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