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Sep 05, 2010 14:38

Sometimes I wonder if I'm secretly a masochist.  Apparently I like it when fiction makes me cry, as long as it's not tears of rage.

"Yoda: Dark Rendezvous" has a good example that's getting me to tear up weeks after a reread when I think too much about part of it.  Scout is the nickname of a young Padawan who's very determined but weak in the Force, who lost a Master early in the Clone Wars.  Yoda got a knight named Maruk to take her on as his Padawan, but Maruk's not happy about it because he thinks she'll get killed.  He keeps her at arm's length, trying not to call her by her nickname, and reflects that he does like her but doesn't want to get attached.

Then Ventress walks onto the scene with some assassin droids, and Maruk might have beaten her if he'd fallen to the Dark Side, but realized what he was doing and became mortally wounded.  Ventress leaves, and Scout realizes that he's not quite dead when he gasps her nickname.

He was smiling. She didn't think she'd ever seen him smile before. Tears welled up inside Scout. "Don't try to talk. It will be all right, Master. Master Yoda will be here soon to take care of you." Tears dropped from her eyes onto his shattered chest. There was a long hitch in his breathing. His eyes closed. "Master Maruk? Master Maruk! Don't go," Scout cried. "Don't leave me!"
His eyes opened, and he smiled again. "Never...," he whispered. "... my Padawan."
His eyes closed, and he was gone.
And I keep going back to it.

star wars, books

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