Cradle to Grave
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87, nose
I am not sure how badly he injured me but I know from the way each breath is agony, that it is grave. I feel blood bubbling in my lungs. My nose is a painful lump of nerves.
"Don't be afraid," Qui-Gon Jinn whispers.
It is such a comfort that he is near. The ionite mines are pitch-black but I can see him clearly in the Force, more clearly than I have ever seen another Jedi.
"Who was that man?" I whisper back.
He is silent. For a moment, I fear that I have offended him.
Then he sighs. "Xanatos."
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