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⠀⠀⧫. ——— ❛ . . . she is a ghost. Filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield and the skin as the cape. ❜

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — these days.

“If so, spare me. I don’t need to hear your apologies, nor your excuses.”

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — glacial as ice; the sharp edges of her features contorted into a scowl that seems to have become part of her visage —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — the dim illuminations, is the opposite of her irises, for whilst fire might burn in her gaze, her features are as —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — the mere thought of a battle? —” a pause is made, enough for her to study the other. Her face, slightly obscured by —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — ‘ princess ’ to.

“Have you come to offer me an apology? To try to explain me the reasons why your allies cower at —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — subconscious, she begins to realize that the individual across from her was the one the rebels applied the title of —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — the female’s features, fire burning in them as she takes in the other’s presence, and somewhere in her —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — possessed an air of superiority more intense than the one of the other diplomats.
Erso lets her gaze flicker to —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — rest on the shape of a petite female, someone that had to have had a similar age to herself, but who, somehow, —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — reminded her of Mon Mothma, did Erso turn to face the doorway of the control room. Upon doing so, her eyes came to —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — amount of despair, could change that.

It wasn’t until a voice came from behind her, with a tone in it that —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — the universe how unjust the Alliance was. But that wasn’t something she could do, and no amount of anger, and no —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t the right call and if she could — she would shout it from the edge of the galaxy; show —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — buzz echoing from the wall, Erso could let her shoulder drop, her gaze fall, and her fire consume her from inside. —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — against her.
Outside, in the silence of the corridor, where the crazed shouts of deflectors became not more than a —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — the obscure corridor, Erso could let her mind wander and her anger show without fearing that it might be used —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — boiling with anger and despair, but it was less suffocating than the insides of the control room. At least, out in —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — that the outside perimeters offered her was minor, and as pleasant as anything could be when one’s blood was —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — between the deflected imperial pilot’s lips; a comment that was as ignored as it was unwarranted.
The solitude —

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❪ @ArrantEminence. ❫ — daughter departed from the chamber with not as much as a word, although her departure had stirred a commentary from —