Success or Death.
She headed over to the closet and waved her hand, first left, then right.
The doors opened, one and then the other.
"And you thought you could run."
She knelt down and looked at the drowsy-looking twi'lek woman and the sleeping babe in her arms. She gritted her teeth at Ophidia and pushed herself up to an unsteady stance. Her eyes flicked to one side, then the other, looking for an escape and knowing it would be hard to run past the Sith. She held the babe in her arms a little tighter.
"We will never stop running."
Ophidia reached out a hand and took half a step forward, narrowing her eyes.
"There is no running from us. No hiding from our sight, or escaping our reach."
She turned her palm up, as if offering something.
"I can help."
The doors opened, one and then the other.
"And you thought you could run."
She knelt down and looked at the drowsy-looking twi'lek woman and the sleeping babe in her arms. She gritted her teeth at Ophidia and pushed herself up to an unsteady stance. Her eyes flicked to one side, then the other, looking for an escape and knowing it would be hard to run past the Sith. She held the babe in her arms a little tighter.
"We will never stop running."
Ophidia reached out a hand and took half a step forward, narrowing her eyes.
"There is no running from us. No hiding from our sight, or escaping our reach."
She turned her palm up, as if offering something.
"I can help."