[ Anger like Rey's—or more accurately, the potential for it—can only be controlled in one way; it needs direction, and like any wave, it will relax and quell given enough time and distance. On Jakku, she turned it into a mantra: they'll come back. As long as she subverted her anger with that simple statement, she could not allow the anger at her parents' abandonment to overtake her and mould her into some huddled, bitter creature.
She does the same now in the way she accepts that she has said her piece, expelled her discontent as far as it's safe to do so, and her mind should be redirected to the task they have at hand instead of her own ill will. After all, they have a body to burn, supplies to gather, and injuries to sleep off. When there's work to do, there's no room for thinking and hating—a good lesson, even if she came by it in an awful way.
But his tone snaps her attention up off the stinking mass of flaming flesh, and Rey's expression sours. ]
I have a name, you know.
[ The question, she doesn't bother with; it's better not to engage something like that for neither of them would enjoy the result of the answer. She won't correct him, dismiss the monstrous label, and she certainly won't lie and claim that she is content to remain in his company, but they don't have options, and Rey doesn't make a habit of wasting time complaining about her circumstances when it won't change anything. She focuses on what she can change instead. ]
Don't go anywhere. [ She pulls the blaster rifle down off her shoulder, tucking the stock against the crook of her shoulder and stretching long arms down the body to rest at the trigger guard and on the barrel. ] I'll get bacta from the Falcon, but it's better that we camp away from her in case anyone else followed. They'll see the ship, and maybe we'll get a heads up that they're coming that way.
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She does the same now in the way she accepts that she has said her piece, expelled her discontent as far as it's safe to do so, and her mind should be redirected to the task they have at hand instead of her own ill will. After all, they have a body to burn, supplies to gather, and injuries to sleep off. When there's work to do, there's no room for thinking and hating—a good lesson, even if she came by it in an awful way.
But his tone snaps her attention up off the stinking mass of flaming flesh, and Rey's expression sours. ]
I have a name, you know.
[ The question, she doesn't bother with; it's better not to engage something like that for neither of them would enjoy the result of the answer. She won't correct him, dismiss the monstrous label, and she certainly won't lie and claim that she is content to remain in his company, but they don't have options, and Rey doesn't make a habit of wasting time complaining about her circumstances when it won't change anything. She focuses on what she can change instead. ]
Don't go anywhere. [ She pulls the blaster rifle down off her shoulder, tucking the stock against the crook of her shoulder and stretching long arms down the body to rest at the trigger guard and on the barrel. ] I'll get bacta from the Falcon, but it's better that we camp away from her in case anyone else followed. They'll see the ship, and maybe we'll get a heads up that they're coming that way.