Re: Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)
She couldn't move. Even the tightening of her muscles to push herself upwards drove the knife against vital pieces of her that should never have contact with sharpened metal, and she lay back, tried to just breathe, to hold on and hope this could be averted. The Force felt closer, as if it were wrapping itself around her, and Jacen's presence - dark and distraught as it was - was almost like a physical entity itself.
She only really saw pieces of his arrival: the amphistaff, the bugs; she didn't know if she was upset about them, about any of this. It just ached and she was getting tired of breathing and keeping her eyes open and thinking. She fought the urge to close her eyes and drift - it would hurt less, but she didn't want to go. She wasn't going to let go without a fight, or at least without having the last word.
Jacen's half-formed words in that language should have made her shudder. She was fairly sure they would have, normally. Instead, by the time he had broken back into Basic, demanding that she stay with him, that she survive, the absurdity of the situation drew a weak breathy laugh from Jaina; moving even enough to laugh hurt.
"You know I never listen." Her hand fumbled around, reaching for him. Serious, now, because she could feel herself slipping, balanced on the edge between awareness and fading back into the Force. "I'm sorry. Don't-" she winced and dug her fingers into his arm, as if trying to force him to hear her "You can't fall."
She had. Not far, not nearly as far as he later had but she knew this loss. She knew what being half a person was. Jacen was already so precariously balanced, now - she was afraid to leave him. She was more afraid for him than she was of whatever came after - here, in this world of Heavens and Hells, what would happen to her?
I love you, and it's silent but it's there, forced through the tenuous strands of their bond, the ones that had never actually been cut or broken even when sometimes it seemed like they had been.