eat the words you say

“Hm.” She holds it level to his throat, as if she’s sizing him up. “Did you know that most people die of bleeding out when they get their throat slit?” She asks him, and Cal’s eyes flick to the blade. It’s so close it’s blinding.“I’ve never had the intention of cutting someone’s throat, so no.” Cal swallows nervously. The heat of the lightsaber is emanating on his neck uncomfortably, but not near enough to hurt. He has the vague idea that it will hurt sometime in the next few minutes. title from scoring by bôa