[As a demonstration, he scoops up a handful of it. It settles like smoke against the palm of his hand, as fingers on the other hand move and the shadows congeal, take shape and slowly a small black butterfly flutters its wings.]
I will it in to being- [He lets the butterfly lift, hovering just above his skin, wings beating lazily, and his hand clenches and the shadows seep out between his fingers, falling down to join the ones around them.] and I can will it away.
Is it like that for you?
[The Force. Not quite magic, not quite Small Science, but he knows the flavour of it, has felt it respond to him, answering the call of his touch.]
I will hold you to that promise, Finn. If he cannot be cured, he will be dead. Together.
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[As a demonstration, he scoops up a handful of it. It settles like smoke against the palm of his hand, as fingers on the other hand move and the shadows congeal, take shape and slowly a small black butterfly flutters its wings.]
I will it in to being- [He lets the butterfly lift, hovering just above his skin, wings beating lazily, and his hand clenches and the shadows seep out between his fingers, falling down to join the ones around them.] and I can will it away.
Is it like that for you?
[The Force. Not quite magic, not quite Small Science, but he knows the flavour of it, has felt it respond to him, answering the call of his touch.]
I will hold you to that promise, Finn. If he cannot be cured, he will be dead. Together.