As the lights gradually came back up and the music swelled, Bindhi found herself greatly affected by the movie she’d just watched. Sure, there were some plot holes, but overall, she’d liked what she’d seen. And she’d decided that she was Reylo shipping trash.

Standing and stretching, the tall blonde found herself most affected by Kylo Ren’s little speech about the past. Deep in thought she wandered out of the theater and headed for the bathrooms. As she washed her hands and fluffed up her hair, her eyes fell on her reflection. Particularly the large bronze colored tattoo that Ava had talked her into. Eyes still on the tattoo, she groped for a paper towel, mind whirring away.

“Let the past die,” she whispered to herself. “Kill it if you have to.”

She had no interest in trying to commit actual murder, but she could ball up and finally rid herself of this last, horribly painful reminder of her past. Before she could second guess or talk herself out of her resolve, Bindhi had her phone out and was making a call. Before she got to her car, she had an appointment set up for that very day. The office wasn’t even that far from the theater! As she got into her car and drove, Bindhi did her best to still her suddenly over-busy brain. Laser removal was costly, but in this case, she was more than willing to drop the money. It wasn’t as if it would make that large of a dent, after all.

This set her train of thought off in a financial tangent and for the remainder of the drive, she was happily distracted by stocks, bonds and savings accounts. Her state of faux-serenity held as she parked her car and hurried into the lobby to sign in. The receptionist smiled and gave her paperwork to fill out and Bindhi forced herself to remain calm as she sat and began to fill everything out. They’d even been kind enough to supply her with aftercare instructions so that she could avoid scarring!

Really, it was very thoughtful since she didn’t need any more physical scars.
By the time she finished signing everything, the doctor was ready for her. Following a nurse to the , for lack of a better word, operating room, she removed her top and bra as requested and settled onto the table. Within moments, the doctor was with her and at her request was applying a local anesthetic. When he asked which tattoo she wanted removed, she pointed to the Galifreyan wheel and smiled beatifically.

“I’m killing my past.”

If the doctor understood the reference, he gave no sign and soon enough, Bindhi was semi-reclined as a laser began to zap away her tattoo. Given the size and detail, she rather thought she’d be there for a good while. But that was okay. She was taking the rather good advice that a Star Wars movie had provided. Of course, they probably hadn’t meant it to be good advice, but hey.

Sometimes, the past really did need to die to allow one to move into the future.