What luck that I was the leader of one of the most important planetary systems. I see the two sith approach and before I could stop Taylor, he stood and immediately fell against me as I turned to look at the sith. He does not scream as the stitching start to rip, but I see him grimace. The Sith still approach but I command,

“I’ll come, you don’t have to force me.” This halts them enough for me to rest Taylor comfortably on a bench; before I can withdraw Taylor holds my hand fast to him. The motion is enough for me to fall nearly upon him. With surprising strength he catches me and steals one last kiss that I endeavor to make last.

It was then that I was stolen by the sith, who grabbed my arms. I did not want to be parted from him, and so my struggling increased. I locked his eyes with my own and I said as if it were my last moment,

“I love you.” I saw him grin slightly as he replied,

“I know.” It would have raised my anger, but at the moment I knew what he meant and I felt composed. I read his eyes and they wrote: Don’t do anything too brave. I wouldn’t be doing anything too brave, just what was necessary to keep my integrity. Corellian’s were not overly religious types, but they knew the lines that should not be crossed.