( like it was simple. like he hadn't spent the duration of that elevator ride, thoughts skittering; panicked and furious and every inch his father's son.
he tips back the glass, savours the burning slide, before adding, somewhat resigned: ) He didn't leave me much of a choice.
[ Yon-Rogg had tried not to give her a choice either. She wonders if she would have said the same thing if she'd given in and done it, trying to prove herself to him. ]
There was ㅡ ( he has to pause, casting around for the right word for how he had felt, ) relief.
( a sense of finality, as well; there would be no coming back from this, and perhaps that wasn't the worst thing, but finding himself suddenly free of the leash had been frightening as much as liberating. )
I thought they were teaching me to control my power. But they were limiting it.
[ She looks at her fist, turning it over. That power is gone now. Replaced with something else. Still, she can feel it latent, running through her. Pieces of it remain because that energy had become part of her. But only pieces. ]
They tried to turn me into their weapon. [ She sets her fist back on the table and throws the rest of her whiskey back, drawing a deep breath. ] I know what it feels like.
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Date: 2019-04-07 11:22 pm (UTC)( like it was simple. like he hadn't spent the duration of that elevator ride, thoughts skittering; panicked and furious and every inch his father's son.
he tips back the glass, savours the burning slide, before adding, somewhat resigned: ) He didn't leave me much of a choice.
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Date: 2019-04-07 11:24 pm (UTC)Glad you did it?
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Date: 2019-04-08 11:30 am (UTC)( a sense of finality, as well; there would be no coming back from this, and perhaps that wasn't the worst thing, but finding himself suddenly free of the leash had been frightening as much as liberating. )
Freedom is not something I'm accustomed to.
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Date: 2019-04-09 04:10 am (UTC)[ She looks at her fist, turning it over. That power is gone now. Replaced with something else. Still, she can feel it latent, running through her. Pieces of it remain because that energy had become part of her. But only pieces. ]
They tried to turn me into their weapon. [ She sets her fist back on the table and throws the rest of her whiskey back, drawing a deep breath. ] I know what it feels like.