She clings to him, her eyes drifting shut and there it is. The perfect orb of Alderaan shattering, the knowledge that everyone she's ever cared about, everyone that any Alderaanian ever cared about, gone. The image of the asteroids left behind, hanging in a gravity well, along with the caskets and boxes of gifts left by hundreds of faithful children.
She draws in a shuddering breath. "Gods. It never gets better."
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:03 am (UTC)She draws in a shuddering breath. "Gods. It never gets better."