The bond opened, flooding with memories. Bail had said he wanted to understand so Ben shoved memories at him. Just fists, chains, whips on fair skin at first. A teenaged boy in scant black and gold placed on display like a rare statue. Jedi robes given in mockery and then taken again. Kneeling by the hutt holding his chain, grateful for whatever he was being hand fed this time even though it wasn't something humans were meant to eat because he was just so hungry. Increasingly creative ways to cause pain. Through it all, there were taunts about his family. And he never fought back.
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Date: 2018-05-20 01:24 pm (UTC)