Whose Laughing Now?

warofourheart:

“The priests have already had their turn; we thought it best to bring one of—a death knight to finish the process.  If there is anything of use, take it.”

“Yes, sir.”

A long drawn out rattly sigh.  “Good.  If he dies, I have no qualms about it.  Blighted git.”  Steel screeched across the floor. “We will watch, of course, but go on.”

The door clanged shut again and Rey breathed in slowly, holding it tight.  On the exhale, he raised his gaze to Solis’ bruised and battered face.

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