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SW!AU: Amor Fati - Love of One's fate.
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ingrantitude[It was a rather dramatic end to the fight. Ward's attempt at restoring the empire was thwarted by his own ally Lash - a soldier from the same world that Raina had inhabited. She was dead, sacrificing herself to save Skye who she'd apparently had a vision as the chosen one, the savior of the galaxy.
It did not change Ward and what Ward had done. After the death of the woman he loved he'd thrown himself to the darkside like a sailor from a drowning ship but it had never felt entirely secure which had led to the end of the fight and Kara-
Beautiful blue spectral Kara.
Don't listen to the lies careless love. My poor sweet careless love. Listen. Do you remember on Endor? When you told me to tell you all the stories I loved best?
His mouth opened and there were no words. Lash was screaming, talking about how only the worthy would inherit the galaxy.
The stories I loved best all had a happy ending. You told me your own. All happy. You wouldn't let me down with sadness here and now would you careless love?
"...You didn't have a happy ending."
My ending comes when you come back to me. But the time isn't yet. We are joined in the force, but you have to do the things I wanted to do. Not lie to yourself my love. My poor careless love. Give me a happy ending.
Resentment coiled in his hands and he'd thrown lightning, all the lightning he could manage into Lash as he jumped from behind and dueled with the Jedi lord. Clawed raked at his face and something tore at his arm but he held onto Kara's lightsaber and used it with the air of a master at last.
Lash fell, the ship would have been his and Grant's tune if Kara had not thrown her arms around him, the ghost she always was.
"I want to go. I want to go with you Kara -"
The story isn't over. Go. Live. Love for me.
"...Kara no don't leave me."
That's what he said over and over again to the point that Coulson and Mack had been the ones to carry him out. Don't leave me.
He'd lost an arm at the elbow and he's missing his left eye with scars that he'll carry for the rest of his life, but he lies there. In the hospital bed, a husk of a man.]
It did not change Ward and what Ward had done. After the death of the woman he loved he'd thrown himself to the darkside like a sailor from a drowning ship but it had never felt entirely secure which had led to the end of the fight and Kara-
Beautiful blue spectral Kara.
Don't listen to the lies careless love. My poor sweet careless love. Listen. Do you remember on Endor? When you told me to tell you all the stories I loved best?
His mouth opened and there were no words. Lash was screaming, talking about how only the worthy would inherit the galaxy.
The stories I loved best all had a happy ending. You told me your own. All happy. You wouldn't let me down with sadness here and now would you careless love?
"...You didn't have a happy ending."
My ending comes when you come back to me. But the time isn't yet. We are joined in the force, but you have to do the things I wanted to do. Not lie to yourself my love. My poor careless love. Give me a happy ending.
Resentment coiled in his hands and he'd thrown lightning, all the lightning he could manage into Lash as he jumped from behind and dueled with the Jedi lord. Clawed raked at his face and something tore at his arm but he held onto Kara's lightsaber and used it with the air of a master at last.
Lash fell, the ship would have been his and Grant's tune if Kara had not thrown her arms around him, the ghost she always was.
"I want to go. I want to go with you Kara -"
The story isn't over. Go. Live. Love for me.
"...Kara no don't leave me."
That's what he said over and over again to the point that Coulson and Mack had been the ones to carry him out. Don't leave me.
He'd lost an arm at the elbow and he's missing his left eye with scars that he'll carry for the rest of his life, but he lies there. In the hospital bed, a husk of a man.]
