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Shooting range [after classes]

Rory being Rory, she didn't exactly know what to wear to this particular lesson. So she had just arrived at the shooting range in her sweats with her hair pulled back, and patiently waited for Luke.

[Rory's here for Luke, but open for all your gun range needs! And the contents of the conversation between Rory and Luke are NFB, please and thank you.]

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Luke's mouth dropped open. "Ben did that to him?" He gave a hollow laugh. "And he wants me to finish the job. This is such a mess."

"Don't," she said quietly.

Luke's eyes were haunted when he turned to look at Rory. "I don't want to," he whispered. "But if he won't come back...I don't have a lot of other options."

It was a thought that had given him sleepless nights.

"He'll come back," she insisted. "He will. We'll make him. It'll take patience, and it might break me, but that's not important. We can do it."

Luke gave her a very worried look, put down his weapon and moved so he could put his hands on both of her shoulders.

"Listen to me," he said softly. "In a choice between a friend I love and the idea of a father who might not blow up planets? I take you every single time. Don't destroy yourself for this man, Rory. It's not worth it."

Rory bit her lip. "And between myself and the memory of what I know he can be?" she said. "I don't matter that much."

Luke looked Rory straight in the eyes. "Of course you do."

She shook her head. "Not as much as this. And it's not as though my life is at stake. Just my comfort and my feelings."

"Which is how he got where he is now," Luke said very quietly. "Don't sell your feelings short. Ever."

"If he makes me cry, it's not a big deal if it gets us a step closer," she argued.

It was clear by the look in Luke's eyes that he didn't like the way this conversation was going at all.

"If it gets too hard, you cut him loose," he said firmly.

"It won't," she assured him. "It can't get any harder. And I'm fine."

Luke squeezed Rory's shoulders. "You're not fine," he said softly.

"I'm fine," she insisted. "I need to not be vulnerable like this, anyway."

"Rory," Luke sighed, biting his lower lip.

He didn't like this.

"You don't have to do it."

"Yes, I do," she said almost angrily. "I have to because I don't know how else to do this, and if it hurts, well, then that sucks but it's life."

"But he shouldn't get to break you!" Luke replied, temper flaring. "I can feel how much you want him back," he said in a quieter voice, "but there has to be another way. One that doesn't have you in tears every week."

"He won't break me," she promised quietly. "I mean, there's not a lot more damage he can do at this point."

Luke pulled Rory in for a hug. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "For this entire situation."

Rory clung. "It's hardly your fault."

Luke let out a small laugh. "That's not going to stop me from feeling guilty about it."

Rory laughed. "There are times when I think that in a different lifetime, we really could've been related. This is one of those times. You didn't get that pointless guilty instinct from your dad."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Obviously. He's the poster boy for..." he bit off what he was going to say and substituted an equally offensive Huttese word.

It made him feel better. Hopefully Rory wouldn't know the translation.

He smiled back at her. "You want to keep practicing a little longer?" he asked.

Rory raised a brow. "You swore. And yes."

Luke's cheeks went pink. "I'm not five," he muttered. "And that man is certainly enough to drive someone to swear." His lower lip stuck out. "Especially because he makes you so unhappy."

He turned his attention back to his target.

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