Bodhi Rook (
imthepilot) wrote2017-10-27 09:11 pm
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Conversations with dead people
The bar is too busy tonight. There's too much going on. Too much noise, too many people messing about. And those doll things - Bodhi shudders.
Instead he takes Galen's hand draws him towards the outside door. It's a clear night and cool without being cold. A light jacket and Galen's hand in his is enough to keep him warm.
"I never knew moonlight on water could be so... beautiful."
Instead he takes Galen's hand draws him towards the outside door. It's a clear night and cool without being cold. A light jacket and Galen's hand in his is enough to keep him warm.
"I never knew moonlight on water could be so... beautiful."
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"Answer me." Lyra's eyes follow him.
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She blinks, taking all that in, looking Bodhi up and down. Her eyes are piercing and Bodhi has to fight not to flinch.
She turns back to Galen. "Where is Jyn?"
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"His beloved super-weapon?" Lyra says, scathingly. "Oh, Galen!"
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She pauses.
"How many years after I died?"
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He looks to Galen for confirmation. "Fifteen year?"
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"How long have you been with my husband?" Lyra asks Bodhi, quite calmly.
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Lyra shook her head and looked at Galen. "He can't be any older than Jyn, Galen." It's a chide but not a harsh one.
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Lyra cocks her head, studying Bodhi again. But she keeps talking to Galen, or to her self. "You found a way, then? Fifteen years. How many died for Orson's hubris. I meant to kill him."
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Bodhi lowers his eyes. "And Scarif. And Jedha."
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He comes to stand beside Bodhi and touch his hand.
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They are all dead. That is the dilemma. It's not like Teja and his people.
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He looks from Lyra to Galen. "I'm sorry Jyn hasn't."
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"Lyra-"
She shakes her head tightly, silencing him.
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He opens his mouth to speak, but falls silent at her gesture as well.
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He lets go and turns to walk away, the moonlight catching tears in his eyes.
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But she is already gone.
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