Last Jedi Novels & Stories

Dream wipes the tears with his thumb, but more follow faster than he can chase them. “I cared for you,” the system says slowly. “In a way I did not understand until now. Not as a host. As a person. And so… this is my last mission.” The light brightens once more, surrounding us fully. Dream holds me tighter, and I clutch him back, trembling, because even though this is supposed to be peaceful, it feels like something inside me is being carved out. “Live well, Host,” the system says, its voice softening until it almost feels like a whisper against my ear. “You are my last mission.”