・゜𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎.

* 　 . 　 * 　. ✦ · 　 . 　 ✷ . ˚ 　 　　　𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑆 𝐾𝐴𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴 . ✫ 　 　 ·　 imperial assassin. 　 ˚. resistance fighter. ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴀ ʟɪᴇ. cr. evrything

@NOTAJEDl knows how many of her friends he’d killed in the past. what if . . he sighs, rubbing at his eyes. perhaps a way to remove her from his line of sight. “I’m not sure this is wise. to continue this.”

@NOTAJEDl ares clears his throat, steeling himself before trying again. “I can’t risk failing my assignments like that again. it turned out alright this time, but it’s likely to reoccur.” he doesn’t want to hurt her. he doesn’t want to. but then, he already had. horribly. who . . .

ares elio kamaria is not a spy. espionage is the farthest thing from his desired career path, and yet he’d been trapped in a relentless back and forth with his employer and his target, drawing information like a leech on an unsuspecting bantha. months. . . . [ @NOTAJEDl ]

@NOTAJEDl his chest. “I’m not— . . . I don’t know what to do here. I don’t know what to say.”

@NOTAJEDl grasp hold of. to anchor himself. ares isn’t good with emotions. “I can’t possibly mean more than the hundreds of people I’ve killed. people who fight for the cause you put your own life on the line for.” he sighs, leaning against the doorframe. arms folding over . . ,

@NOTAJEDl everything and clean them, but now isn’t the time. he’d just have to deal with it. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

@NOTAJEDl again. it was unavoidable. inevitable. it’d be worse next time, with his luck. “this is going to happen more than once,” he says, vocalizing his thoughts. the truth. ares shifts his attention sideways, to his blades still caked with blood. part of him itches to drop . . .

@NOTAJEDl movements, watching for any indication of how this may go.

@NOTAJEDl her, and it only seemed fair to give her the option of bridging that gap. she could be thinking anything, feeling even more than he’s capable of. it’s impossible to gauge what to prepare for in a situation like this. so he just waits in the doorway. tracking her . . .

@NOTAJEDl it comes away red, peppered with drying blood that doesn’t belong to him. ares sighs, cursing under his breath. on top of everything, he’s going to look disgusting.

@NOTAJEDl too. he knows she’ll be hurt. how much that will affect them— he doesn’t know. he doesn’t want to think about it. ares waits in the cockpit of his ship, even after he’d arrived. even after he hears ahsoka’s ship land not far from his. shit. he drags a palm over his face. . . .

@NOTAJEDl but then . . . for what? doing his job? that hardly warrants an apology. ares told her that he’d disappoint her. he told her this would happen. it was inevitable. “I have to go.” stepping out of her reach, ares turns and leaves her behind once more.

@NOTAJEDl nearly enough of the kindness he wishes he could show her is present——there isn’t enough room. he’s too agitated, senses split in a million directions. “I didn’t know you were here.” his words may be quick and sharp but they’re true. stars he wishes he could comfort her. . . .