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Avia dreams of blaster fire, of the best things she had falling, dying, gone.
Rocket screaming in agony.
Blood, and limp fur, the brightness they brought to this terrible place snuffed out.
And she wakes, wet mouth, twisting stomach, sick, sick, sick.
Claws drawing her growing hair away from the mess, a paw on her arm.
“That's it, Kit, get it up. It’s over. It’s done. He ain’t touchin’ us again.”
She sits, watches the stars in this nowhere planet's sky.
Just them- Rocket an’ Aria against the galaxy.
He would be a good dad
The Flark did that come from?!
She knows better!
He’d never see her as …that.
‘Mistake.’ Sir had called her.
And she couldn’t control her gift, unable to save the others, until it was too late.
He wouldn’t want her.
She was a failure.
Alone, really.
The only thing like her.
The others were dead.
“Avia?”
She shudders and shakes, drawn out of her spiral.
“Cold? Lay back, try an’ sleep. I’m here.”
They curl together, the only ones they trust with each other.
heart, body, soul.
Rocket tries.
It has to be enough.
they have to be enough.