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"Senator Mon Mothma, I apologize for destroying your entire rebel base." I say.

"No you're not." She hisses.

"No. I'm not. It was your own fault." I say.

"Who are you under that mask?" She raises an eyebrow.

I let out a breath. I close the doors to my chambers. I need the transfusion soon. I pull down my hood. The pill is wearing off. I can feel my insides squeezing and tangling. I pull off my mask. I can feel her eyes widen.

"Someone who put his trust in the rebels and they stabbed him in the back." I say coughing.

"Young Bridger?" She asks.

I pull off my shirt and cloaks. Her eyes widen. 

"Yeah, it's not a pretty sight." I cough.

I walk to the pool.

"Begin transfusion." I call.

The wires come down and stab my back. It doesn't hurt anymore thankfully. I turn back to her.

"Where is the other half of the map?" I ask.

"I'll never tell you." She spits.

I let out a sigh.

"Why do you people fight so hard for so little?" I ask.

"Have you forgotten that answer?" She asks.

"I believe I did." I say.

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