on mustafar, everything was pain.
alternatively: the fact that this is a post-mustafar duel fic tells you everything you need to know.
i wrote this in about 15 minutes during my 5am light the flame reread a few days ago. sunny, this is your fault.
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mentions of canon-typical slavery, suicide ideation; the aftermath of the mustafar duel is its own content warning no matter how little detail i went into.
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his old mentor walked away.
everything was fire.
everything hurt.
was this what it felt like in the fractional moment between detonation and after?
his vocal cords were giving out.
he could only wish to die and be free from this pain.
he did not die. the pain never stopped.
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