![]() Bright futures, all planned, proved the ultimate in morphability when a fundamental truth in these lives proved wrong. Hope melted into fear, wonder into terror, innocence into nothingness. ![]() Thousands upon thousands, millions upon millions, these images and im-pressions came in a whirlwind that screwed itself down into my belly. Not only did I not know who had died, but I would never have a chance to know them, and this seemed the greatest tragedy possible.įlashes of faces, snippets of dreams, laughter aborted and the sweet scent of a newborn's flesh undergoing a greasy trans-formation into roast meat all roared through me. My conscious mind searched in vain for an identity to attach to that feeling, finding a way to contain it, but the hollowness opened into a bottomless void. The hollow shock one feels when told of a close friend's sudden death slammed into me at lightspeed. ![]() Thankfully we have a novel in first person written, so I can even quote how it actually feels to a Force-sensitive person: ![]() ![]() Well different kinds can feel differently, but one that was featured in New Hope feels pretty bad. ![]()
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