In the dream, it was… who? Not Xilo, not Khryw, not Mothma, not Maddell… but someone he knew nonetheless: speaking with the voice of a friend… But she pulled him up, and he woke with a start, to find himself still crumpled against a wall, and the person kneeling over him…
He didn't know her, had no reason to trust her, but also literally nothing to lose. He grimaced agreement, and started to push himself up by the blasterrifle. Oh skies… those were some broken ribs, possible injury to his spine, maybe concussion… he fought against the bruising of his vision and the dizziness that insisted he pass out again.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2019-07-03 08:28 am (UTC)He didn't know her, had no reason to trust her, but also literally nothing to lose. He grimaced agreement, and started to push himself up by the blasterrifle. Oh skies… those were some broken ribs, possible injury to his spine, maybe concussion… he fought against the bruising of his vision and the dizziness that insisted he pass out again.