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The more words that came spilling out of Sol's mouth, the angrier Osha grew. Osha could feel deep within her that this was no normal anger however, this was hate. Deeply rooted, as if it been planted there the day the Jedi took her from her home and it had simply grew and grew and grew, until it had spread itself throughout her being and festered into a rotten cancer. A cancer that had lain dormant and hidden away until Sol started talking. The day she left her home, the day she was brought to the Jedi Order, the painfully long days she trained despite knowing she never fit, and the empty days spent after she left the Jedi - days spent in an agonizing and constant escape from confronting who she was. The pain, the grief, the loss, the inadequacy. The death of her mother. All those emotions she had so desperately tried and tried to bottle away.
But now here was the man who killed her mother, who stole her away from her home, who lied and lied and lied. And he couldn't stop fucking talking. Every single rotten word out of his mouth reeked of kindness and empathy, caring and love. Explanations. Excuses. Osha knew these words, and knew a younger version of her would accept them on the surface, would hide away her anger and hate and bury them in herself in a desire to be the better person.
But Osha was tired of not being angry. Osha was tired of not being hateful. Osha was tired of putting others before herself.
And as Sol fell to his knees, gasping for breath, eyes reeling with shock and pain and worst of all, understanding and kindness, Osha tightened her fist. She thought of the memories she had with Sol, traveling with him and learning from him. Trusting and caring for him. And she thought of the years wasted, burying her pain and discomfort and forcing herself to be someone she knew she wasn't. And as she felt the Force closing around Sol's airway through her fist, life draining from him with every second that passed, she stared him dead in the eyes and uttered one phrase she wish she had the strength to say years ago:
"Stop Talking."