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Togruta x Reader

"Get up," he orders in a grumbling tone, shifting his grip on his green lightsaber as he watches you with an uncaring, almost annoyed expression.

You groan in pain, pressing your palms to the grassy ground to push yourself up, but your limbs wobble in protest, causing you to collapse underneath your weight. You cry out as your chest comes in contact with the gravel, and you bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.

You take in quick, trembling breaths, and you ball your hands into fists as your fingers shake aggressively. "I can't," you breathe, your voice wavering from pain, and your eyes burning from fresh tears.

You've been training since sunrise, and by the placement of the three small suns in the sky, it's already past dinner. This is the fifth day you've skipped lunch, and the lack of nutrition is taking a toll on your body.

You close your eyes as a few hot tears streak down your face and fall to the ground. You're so weak and tired, and all you can think of is how much you hurt, mentally and physically.

A shadow casts over your form, and your eyes crack open and trail up from the Jedi's grey shoes to his black eyes. His lightsaber hums and the heat caresses your nose and cheeks as he points the tip at your face.

"I said, get up."

Your eyes darken, burning with a fiery gaze, and you furrow your brow at his command. You're done with him pushing you around. Mentor or not, you're not letting him do this to you anymore.

"Make me," you whisper, your voice low and challenging yet unsteady with uncertainty.

A dark vision then fills your mind, and you see yourself in a black cloak, standing over the Togruta with the hilt of your lightsaber pointing at his face.

His words echo in your mind; "you know this isn't right. Get off."

Your vision-self smiles in response, and only says two words; "make me." And then you see yourself turn on your lightsaber, and you hear the glowing blade pierce through him.

You blink back to reality, and come to a quick unsteady stand, causing the green lightsaber to nick the side of your cheek. You stagger back, ignoring the pain on your face as you back away, staring wide-eyed at your mentor.

"I killed you, Kyoto."

Your voice cracks with emotion. Tears blur your vision, but you attempt to blink them away, to no avail. They streak down your cheeks and slide down your throat, wetting the collar of your grey, tight-fitting robe.

You take a step back, and his brow furrows at your confession and odd actions, but then he regains his stoic demeanor. Your eyes flick to his lightsaber, and he turns it off as soon as your frightened eyes land on it.

"Another vision," he comments with a low hum, taking a slight step towards you only for you to step back again.

You've had plenty of visions; some bad, some good. But, you've never had one like this. You've never had one where you killed someone...where you killed him.