Breathe.
The sickly, off-white glow of fluorescence. Sterile machinery, uniformed orderlies...
In, out.
Tubes inserted in uncomfortable places... when did I last have a real conversation?
Koooh, kaaah.
As I crush the former general's throat with a finger motion, I think, "It's not easy being Lord of the Sith."
(50 words)
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