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There was something that Izzy was hiding from her. It was not difficult to determine that much, though as Izzy tells her to give him the child, Marisa hesitated. She knew that she was letting her own emotions conflict with the mission. Even so, it was difficult to let go of the boy who was choking up tears.
Marisa kneeled down to the boy's level, trying to catch the youngster's gaze with an apologetic smile, but it wasn't enough to calm the boy's nerves. One didn't have to be a Jedi to feel the fear in the boy's sobs. She gave a resigning sigh as she looked up at Izzy, releasing her hand from the unnamed boy's. Marisa could not decide which action would feel more painful to the boy: handing over the reins to Izzy or forcing Izzy to take the boy himself.
Reluctantly, Marisa took the boy's hand and placed it in Izzy's. As she did so, the boy's wails grew exponentially.
Marisa kneeled down to the boy's level, trying to catch the youngster's gaze with an apologetic smile, but it wasn't enough to calm the boy's nerves. One didn't have to be a Jedi to feel the fear in the boy's sobs. She gave a resigning sigh as she looked up at Izzy, releasing her hand from the unnamed boy's. Marisa could not decide which action would feel more painful to the boy: handing over the reins to Izzy or forcing Izzy to take the boy himself.
Reluctantly, Marisa took the boy's hand and placed it in Izzy's. As she did so, the boy's wails grew exponentially.