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There's a feeling that he can't put into words: lots of feelings, really.
All his.
None his.
He can't explain it -- just a feeling he gets sometimes. A darkness in his head, but not really a darkness. A friendly nudge here and there, and he knows things. Intuition?
He doesn't understand why it's bad; doesn't believe that it is. It's not really ( Read more... ) -
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fighting gorog's fighting all of them fighting
"There can't be that many..."
"Ben?"
Ben looks up from his flimsiplast worksheet, frowns at his cousin. "They're fighting."
"I know," Jacen says. "I feel it in the Force. You feel it from Gorog?"
dead dead so many dead jedi did this masters fighting the nest
Eyes wide, Ben nods. "They're killing ( Read more... ) -
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Ben watches as his older cousin orders their drinks, bouncing slightly on his toes, hands gripping the bar top to pull himself up so he can see properly. He grins as the kyleme is deposited in front of him, says a quick "Thanks!" to the Rodian behind the bar, and grabs the cup, clutching it tight as he runs off to a table near the door ( Read more... )