At Bodhi's silence, Luke just nods, and closes his eyes. First, he reaches out for the Force, centering himself, tethering himself to here and now. And then he opens up that circle to include Bodhi, just being in his presence. He's not doing anything yet--just feeling.
And what he feels is alarming.
Like the thing that makes up the core of Bodhi, the thing every living being has at their center, has been punched like a rivet. Luke's been practicing the healing side of the Force, but on flesh and blood. This is like that, but so different it almost overwhelms him for a second. When he heals people, the pieces are there, the life is there. He just needs to coax it along, speed the process.
He doesn't know what did this. What could do this.
But he steels himself. Whatever did this, Bodhi is not going to get better as long as those frayed edges of his soul are left to fester. There's a dead zone in his center, and it needs to heal.
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And what he feels is alarming.
Like the thing that makes up the core of Bodhi, the thing every living being has at their center, has been punched like a rivet. Luke's been practicing the healing side of the Force, but on flesh and blood. This is like that, but so different it almost overwhelms him for a second. When he heals people, the pieces are there, the life is there. He just needs to coax it along, speed the process.
He doesn't know what did this. What could do this.
But he steels himself. Whatever did this, Bodhi is not going to get better as long as those frayed edges of his soul are left to fester. There's a dead zone in his center, and it needs to heal.