Seventh Trial

[candlelightsflicker]

[Once again the stretching room descends and the Hatbox Ghost seems impatient.]

Ugh where's that Serling guy's stupid death elevator when you need it? This is taking forever.

[But soon enough you arrive in the trial room, now with Freddie and Jyn's voodoo dolls on their podiums. And your 100% new friend Hatbox Ghost is there too!] 

If you guys don't all die next week, I'm installing the death elevator.

[TRIAL START]

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[hasit]

[She doesn't realize it yet, but she's trembling all over. She's lost so many people she cares about, but this? The idea of losing him, too? It feels like a cold knife to the gut.]

And then what? It...It was an accident, right?

[stanbyme]

...We surprised each other.

[hasit]

[Leia squeezes her eyes shut, tears leaking out from under her lashes, and turns away heavily.

She can't. She can't keep asking him questions, because she doesn't want to know the answer. All she needs to know now is that she's lost Jyn, and now she's going to lose Stan, too, and it's making her head spin to think about being...alone. Again.]

[stanbyme]

[He hears her robes swish as she turns away from him, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston puts a heavy, comforting hand on her shoulder. She's not alone. ]

[hasit]

[mmm that was a bad choice, Gaston.

Leia jerks her shoulder away from his hand.]

Don't kriffing touch me.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ YOU CAN'T BLAME A GUY FOR TRYING

He jumps away, looking bewildered. ]