[She downs the rest of her whiskey, pours herself another glass, then does the same. She waits a moment for i to warm her, ease her well trained filters, as Red called them, and lets herself feel. Harry's mild frustrations prick up first, and the rest comes streaming in. Depression. mild aches. Deep pains. Grief, joy, love, irritation, hate, nausea, anger, anger, anger-
She flinches in her seat and veers her mind away from that roiling pit, whoever it was. Back to easier things. Depression. Isolation. Exhaustion. Every last person in her ability to feel was edged with something that would keep her from rest. There was no glowing warmth of comfort, no serene pool of contentment. Not even amongst the Jedi.]
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[She downs the rest of her whiskey, pours herself another glass, then does the same. She waits a moment for i to warm her, ease her well trained filters, as Red called them, and lets herself feel. Harry's mild frustrations prick up first, and the rest comes streaming in. Depression. mild aches. Deep pains. Grief, joy, love, irritation, hate, nausea, anger, anger, anger-
She flinches in her seat and veers her mind away from that roiling pit, whoever it was. Back to easier things. Depression. Isolation. Exhaustion. Every last person in her ability to feel was edged with something that would keep her from rest. There was no glowing warmth of comfort, no serene pool of contentment. Not even amongst the Jedi.]
...not that I can feel Harry.