( he reaches across the table to clink his glass against hers very gently. wine glasses are notoriously delicate. he gives it a moment, searching his memory for something to say. the loss of a child is an impossible thing to bear, and she's just a kid. younger than leia would have been. nobility by nature stands apart from the thronging masses, and hasn't she just admitted to him that she was all but alone? torn apart by good intentions. he can read between the lines of what she chose to say.
but her son is something closely guarded. he told him because she wanted something. how many others know this truth of her?
at length, )
For Rhaego. May peace carry him to a place you'll meet again.
( it's a very corellian toast. death was a constant in the slums, you learned to live with it. the most anyone could hope for before he dared to dream of better things was a quick death. and to most, it was something seen as a relief from how hard it was to just live.)
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but her son is something closely guarded. he told him because she wanted something. how many others know this truth of her?
at length, )
For Rhaego. May peace carry him to a place you'll meet again.
( it's a very corellian toast. death was a constant in the slums, you learned to live with it. the most anyone could hope for before he dared to dream of better things was a quick death. and to most, it was something seen as a relief from how hard it was to just live. )