[ As much effort as it takes for him to sift through and school the stirring emotions that responded to the question, to come back with passive neutrality despite the conflict warring within, it is harder still for Rey to bite down on her tongue and keep quiet about it. She cannot abdicate herself the sense of entitlement that came with the subject—of everyone he had harmed, Rey was sure, she deserved some further insight, some greater sense of honesty and consideration.
But that path, she knew, was wrong, full of a misguided sense of karmic justice and a victim mentality that relied on what he owed her and not on what action she could take. It was a path of darkness. So though her heart wanted to snap back, she kept her voice gentle, forced herself to find it in her a sense of understanding that this was difficult for him too, what they asked of him, what she had dragged him into—for she had been the one to do it, regardless of whose orders it had been on. ]
Take your time. [ There's a sigh in her voice, one that both strains with reluctance to offer him time and that feels relief now that she doesn't have to work so hard to withstand the pressure of her welling indignation. ]
damn das true
But that path, she knew, was wrong, full of a misguided sense of karmic justice and a victim mentality that relied on what he owed her and not on what action she could take. It was a path of darkness. So though her heart wanted to snap back, she kept her voice gentle, forced herself to find it in her a sense of understanding that this was difficult for him too, what they asked of him, what she had dragged him into—for she had been the one to do it, regardless of whose orders it had been on. ]
Take your time. [ There's a sigh in her voice, one that both strains with reluctance to offer him time and that feels relief now that she doesn't have to work so hard to withstand the pressure of her welling indignation. ]