“Thank you,” Amita whispered. “It was the right thing to do.”
Song felt a chime in her head. The right thing. The Ranger may have been kind enough to return River’s body for burial, but there was nothing right about his murder. Sure, he may have led the life of a criminal, but how could that justify his death? It may have been self-defense, but how could Song live with that? She’d spent years drunk on revenge. Throwing it away just didn’t make sense.
Almost as if Amita could hear the thoughts lurking in Song’s mind, she said, “I’m sorry for what happened. I truly am. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. But if it meant keeping my family safe, I would do it all over again if I had to. Please, you must understand. This wasn’t how I wanted things to turn out.”
Song rose from her chair, slowly. Amita watched her with cautious eyes, but the Mandalorian made no sudden movements. She only stood there, staring at the former Ranger through the cold blackness of her visor, the face of the man she’d killed.
“I understand.”
Song lurched forward, jump boots carrying her forward. She crashed into Amita a second time, casting aside her tea, taking her by the collar and throwing her against the wall. The young woman tried vainly to resist, but Song was ready for every blow. She took her strikes head-on, shrugging through the pain. What did it matter anyway? She wouldn’t survive to see tomorrow.
Kanan would have to kill her before she stopped.
She pinned Amita onto the ground, trapping her arm behind her back. Without thinking, Song yanked out the blaster on her side and pointed the muzzle against the back of Amita’s head. It would be easy. Quick. A far less painful death than the one River must have had—choking on his own blood, alone on a strange world.
Do it, said the voice in her head. Take your revenge. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.
So why was it so hard to press the trigger?
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Song felt a chime in her head. The right thing. The Ranger may have been kind enough to return River’s body for burial, but there was nothing right about his murder. Sure, he may have led the life of a criminal, but how could that justify his death? It may have been self-defense, but how could Song live with that? She’d spent years drunk on revenge. Throwing it away just didn’t make sense.
Almost as if Amita could hear the thoughts lurking in Song’s mind, she said, “I’m sorry for what happened. I truly am. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. But if it meant keeping my family safe, I would do it all over again if I had to. Please, you must understand. This wasn’t how I wanted things to turn out.”
Song rose from her chair, slowly. Amita watched her with cautious eyes, but the Mandalorian made no sudden movements. She only stood there, staring at the former Ranger through the cold blackness of her visor, the face of the man she’d killed.
“I understand.”
Song lurched forward, jump boots carrying her forward. She crashed into Amita a second time, casting aside her tea, taking her by the collar and throwing her against the wall. The young woman tried vainly to resist, but Song was ready for every blow. She took her strikes head-on, shrugging through the pain. What did it matter anyway? She wouldn’t survive to see tomorrow.
Kanan would have to kill her before she stopped.
She pinned Amita onto the ground, trapping her arm behind her back. Without thinking, Song yanked out the blaster on her side and pointed the muzzle against the back of Amita’s head. It would be easy. Quick. A far less painful death than the one River must have had—choking on his own blood, alone on a strange world.
Do it, said the voice in her head. Take your revenge. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.
So why was it so hard to press the trigger?
@llamallove