[His hand moves to rest in his hair, fingers clenching and expression tight.]

I... Luke and I, we... we'd just left the apartment... going to the Battle Dome...

I ran ahead...

And..

...

[-- and then what?

...

He... fell?

Yeah... that...

That sounded right.

Knees hitting the ground, a finger wrapped against his

arm

and pain

pain pain

pain and the sifting of thoughts and PANIC and HORROR and

Anger.

Uncontrolled.

Unable to be tamed.

Unable to be held back.

Pain and PAIN and

letting that control slip

through

his

grasp

His face slowly pales, fingers clenching harder into his hair as his eyes widen.

Anger anger anger and the pulling of weapons, the clashing of metal.

The rush of adrenaline.

The catch of sword on flesh.

Knocking a blade away.

Not away - through...

a feeling of finality - of triumph, of wrath having its way

the flash of black

the spattering of blood

a shower of feathers

the force of a blade

cutting

through

bone

and

screaming

SCREAMING

The scent of blood suddenly becomes so very strong, so evident and pronounced.

He's trembling.

Trembling so hard, so suddenly.

I...

I killed...

I killed...

...]

...I-Ion.

[His voice is quiet and shaking.]

Where...

Where is Luke...