...Stop…please…just…stop…punish...ing…me...
A girl is screaming. Poor girl. A girl is crying.
Didn’t mean to make mistakes. Not exactly.
Didn’t exist to break. To be broken. So silly.
“When will you listen? When will you learn?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH”
“When will you see, hear, little purple bird?”
“MAAAAAAAAASTEEEEERRR”
“What does a Jedi see when in pain?”
“The light! THE LIGHT! THE LIGHT!”
“What does a Jedi feel, Leh’Min’Ayd?”
“CONTROL! OVER MY SOUL!”
“What does a Sith feel?”
“RAGE”
“Their eyes? What do they peel?”
“THE DARK SIDE”
“What is in between these feelings?”
“The in between, that circle, so round!”
Round, round, it rhymes with ouch!
“What makes a girl stand? Keeps her from kneeling?”
“THAT WHICH FIGHTS THE UPSIDE DOWN”
Down, down, it rhymes with oww!
“Who are you?”
“NO ONE”
“WHO ARE YOU?”
“NO OOOOOOOONNNNEEEE”
“What are you?”
Fly, fly, it rhymes with cry!
“WHAT. ARE. YOU?”
“A WEAPOOOOOOOOOOOOON”
She is being punished.
But Master won't listen.
Punished because of him.
...Because...she loves...Lin...
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN
@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri / @Lin Queonkri)