[ Ben bristles, and he feels anger spark deep within him - and quickly grow into something stronger and more powerful, that dark, dark anger the scary voice tells him he needs to give in to. ]
He's not a rat! [ He all but hisses at the merchant, snatching two pieces of bruised fruit from him and cradling Poe protectively to his chest. ] Poe's my friend!
[ And you will be sorry, he thinks. ]
Let's go, Poe. We don't need rude people. Threepio says being rude is bad.
[ He determinedly turns his back on the stall and walks away, but when they have gone a few steps his angry little face scrunches up with determination, and there's a flick of his hand... The beams holding up the stall creak ominously, mere seconds short of breaking now... ]
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He's not a rat! [ He all but hisses at the merchant, snatching two pieces of bruised fruit from him and cradling Poe protectively to his chest. ] Poe's my friend!
[ And you will be sorry, he thinks. ]
Let's go, Poe. We don't need rude people. Threepio says being rude is bad.
[ He determinedly turns his back on the stall and walks away, but when they have gone a few steps his angry little face scrunches up with determination, and there's a flick of his hand... The beams holding up the stall creak ominously, mere seconds short of breaking now... ]