Jacen nods, his face tight under the bonnet and ringlets of his own unnaturally, to him, long hair. He unconsciously fiddles with the handle of the dagger concealed at the small of his back under a sash.
"I understand," he says in a voice that's quiet to help disguise it. It's in the right tonal register, but lacks the well trained crystal clarity of Marie's own voice.
"I'm ready."
"I understand," he says in a voice that's quiet to help disguise it. It's in the right tonal register, but lacks the well trained crystal clarity of Marie's own voice.
"I'm ready."
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