Captive

Nothing is changing.
Nothing is changing, I’m stuck here. I’m stuck here, blind and lost and hopeless. I can’t feel... I can’t feel anything! Anyone! He took it from me, he tore it out of me and now I can’t feel. There is nothing... nothing beyond this, for all I know this is it. Nothing more. Maybe this is death.

It hurts. I’m hungry. I’m lost. I don’t even recognise these hands! These fingers, these flimsy bony skinny pink little fingers, five of them, five on each hand, I don’t know them and I don’t know the face that they touch, I don’t know these hands or this body, I’m hungry—

Get it together!!! You still have your mind. My mind, it’s my own, they can’t take it from me. It’s all I have. He can’t touch it, I won’t let him touch it. Oh, oh, kriff! NO. Focus. Breathe. The Force is still there. It’s still there, connecting everything. Just because I can’t feel it doesn’t mean it’s not there. I know it’s there. They can’t take that knowledge from me. They can’t, they can’t... oh, Master. Master. Where are you!?! Can you hear me, can you feel me?

Dad.

Please.

Somebody.

Why am I so fracking cold.

[Soooo, Tusserk spent a fair amount of time stuck in a room in a dead woman's body without his connection to the Force. He started going a little bonkers.]