[She glances up at him just in time to see the frown on his face. She wonders if he's disappointed in her for killing them.]
They were people, once. But they were bit and turned into monsters. People back home call them zombies. Dead people who get back up again and bite and eat the living.
[She brings her hand up to touch at her cheek, at the bite scar there. She gets a weird sense of dread in the pit of her stomach when she explains these things to people from the Moira, because she has a sinking suspicion that she's one of those things. Or would be, if she ended up back home in her right timeline.]
They tear people apart to devour them. I've seen -
[Oh, she's seen some shit. ]
A lot. Horrible things, the worst way you could possibly think of to die. And then the bodies get right up, turned into a z, and they keep the problem going. If there's any other ones here, your home's in danger.
[They make it back to the speeder, and she helps him get inside and seated before going to the other side to get in herself. There's blood on her hands, clearly not belonging to her, and she sets the dirty knife on the seat between them. Her hands rest on her lap and she stares down at them, unsure of what else to say. She hadn't wanted Luke to know about any of this, to see her any differently. She doesn't want him to pity or fear her.]
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They were people, once. But they were bit and turned into monsters. People back home call them zombies. Dead people who get back up again and bite and eat the living.
[She brings her hand up to touch at her cheek, at the bite scar there. She gets a weird sense of dread in the pit of her stomach when she explains these things to people from the Moira, because she has a sinking suspicion that she's one of those things. Or would be, if she ended up back home in her right timeline.]
They tear people apart to devour them. I've seen -
[Oh, she's seen some shit. ]
A lot. Horrible things, the worst way you could possibly think of to die. And then the bodies get right up, turned into a z, and they keep the problem going. If there's any other ones here, your home's in danger.
[They make it back to the speeder, and she helps him get inside and seated before going to the other side to get in herself. There's blood on her hands, clearly not belonging to her, and she sets the dirty knife on the seat between them. Her hands rest on her lap and she stares down at them, unsure of what else to say. She hadn't wanted Luke to know about any of this, to see her any differently. She doesn't want him to pity or fear her.]