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The power ran through his body, burning through nerve tissue at an overwhelming rate. And yet Atton didn't feel it; he just felt the Force, felt it use him as a vessel. He gave into it.
They were watching him through the glass, their eyes huge with fear and pity. Anakin, Sia, Revan, Lana, Meetra, Sparks-- they were in danger, everyone was, the husk of a planet beyond them burning except there was him, his essence stretched across continents through the Force, pushing it back while the whole of him burned--
Atton woke up. ( Disoriented, confused. )
Atton couldn't get back to sleep after that, so he went out. He tugged on a jacket and stepped out into the crisp air, trying to think about anything else: the upcoming trip, maybe. Getting to be somewhere else, while still in his own skin. His quick jump back to New York this weekend to talk to Jill about percussion. Maybe his next class.
In the end, he found himself humming some bleak tune, walking along the island's outer wall again, back to Galactica Point. Where he always seemed to wind up, somehow. Standing there, face in the wind, staring at the mainland. Thinking.
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They were watching him through the glass, their eyes huge with fear and pity. Anakin, Sia, Revan, Lana, Meetra, Sparks-- they were in danger, everyone was, the husk of a planet beyond them burning except there was him, his essence stretched across continents through the Force, pushing it back while the whole of him burned--
Atton woke up. ( Disoriented, confused. )
Atton couldn't get back to sleep after that, so he went out. He tugged on a jacket and stepped out into the crisp air, trying to think about anything else: the upcoming trip, maybe. Getting to be somewhere else, while still in his own skin. His quick jump back to New York this weekend to talk to Jill about percussion. Maybe his next class.
In the end, he found himself humming some bleak tune, walking along the island's outer wall again, back to Galactica Point. Where he always seemed to wind up, somehow. Standing there, face in the wind, staring at the mainland. Thinking.
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