[ While she follows his gaze, she doesn't comprehend the extent of their miscommunication. Fortunately, she isn't convinced by his reassurances, either, if only because of the times she wandered back to Saw Gerrera, more bruises than skin.
If you've ever thrown a punch properly — painfully, then you know that your knuckles may bleed.
Perhaps metal is more forgiving. ]
It is hard. [ said without mocking. One hand flexes and releases at her side. Muscle memory. ] I fractured my hand, the first time I punched a boy. [ because of course it was a boy. ] Show me your fist.
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If you've ever thrown a punch properly — painfully, then you know that your knuckles may bleed.
Perhaps metal is more forgiving. ]
It is hard. [ said without mocking. One hand flexes and releases at her side. Muscle memory. ] I fractured my hand, the first time I punched a boy. [ because of course it was a boy. ] Show me your fist.
[ So demanding... ]