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- The heavy cruiser’s bridge was bracketed in Kylo’s sights. He glanced at his instruments, verifying that his torpedoes were loaded and armed.
- His mother was indeed there. He could feel her familiar presence in the Force, and he could sense her determination and focus—along with a deep weariness. And sorrow. And worry.
- It’s too late to be sorry, Mother. Though you’re right to worry.
- His thumb hovered over the trigger, even as his senses drank in impressions from the Force. The panic on the bridge ebbed and flowed around the calm focus that was his mother. Her anxiety pulsed in the Force, in this last moment before her death…but she wasn’t afraid.
- She was worried for him, he realized. And she wasn’t angry. She ached for him to come back to her.
- Kylo depressed the trigger slightly, not quite enough to fire.
- And then he lifted his thumb.
- He couldn’t do it.
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