It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

I take a step toward him and grin cheerfully. "With all due respect, I don't see the Republic tacking up wanted posters with your pretty face on them.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.

Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.

Forever and ever, kid, until you're sick and tired of seeing me.

Fantasy and science fiction are where my brain lives.