[ And certainly, she did hope. More ardently than she would have before they'd touched down on this rock, to her surprise, for as much as she loathed the connection between them and the pain it had caused her in the tunnels, resented him for how entwined their fates had become, she also understood what had taken place here.
It was not the same as turning his back on Snoke to free himself. Untethering himself was a different endeavor, one that she felt was independent of his role in the Resistance, in her life, in Luke's, regardless of her attestations to Leia in his defense. He wanted freedom, and they had given it to him. But here, he reiterated his disloyalty, not to protect only himself, but her as well.
Or maybe she's just grown resigned as he has, accepting that his fate and hers are written together now and making more palatable the notion that they might both be lepers of their respective causes, left to make their own place in this war. ]
Bright side. [ She pushed a cluster of bushes out of the way to open up a clear view of the Falcon. She felt better just seeing it. ] If we're unwelcome in their ranks, you won't be imprisoned anymore. Just on the run. [ She was trying her best, as she always did, to make the most of a shitty situation. By coincidence, this entailed roping him into the same rough optimism. Glancing back at him again, she furrowed her brow. ] Actually, come to think of it, I'm not sure if that's better or worse.
[ It was a cold day in hell, surely, for Rey to want a break from flying, but her arms tensed up in anticipation of the requisite levering motions. The cramped cabin space she still found comforting, the sight of the Falcon that she considered her roving home, and the promise of a new horizon line to stare out at. Unfamiliar. No sand. ]
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It was not the same as turning his back on Snoke to free himself. Untethering himself was a different endeavor, one that she felt was independent of his role in the Resistance, in her life, in Luke's, regardless of her attestations to Leia in his defense. He wanted freedom, and they had given it to him. But here, he reiterated his disloyalty, not to protect only himself, but her as well.
Or maybe she's just grown resigned as he has, accepting that his fate and hers are written together now and making more palatable the notion that they might both be lepers of their respective causes, left to make their own place in this war. ]
Bright side. [ She pushed a cluster of bushes out of the way to open up a clear view of the Falcon. She felt better just seeing it. ] If we're unwelcome in their ranks, you won't be imprisoned anymore. Just on the run. [ She was trying her best, as she always did, to make the most of a shitty situation. By coincidence, this entailed roping him into the same rough optimism. Glancing back at him again, she furrowed her brow. ] Actually, come to think of it, I'm not sure if that's better or worse.
[ It was a cold day in hell, surely, for Rey to want a break from flying, but her arms tensed up in anticipation of the requisite levering motions. The cramped cabin space she still found comforting, the sight of the Falcon that she considered her roving home, and the promise of a new horizon line to stare out at. Unfamiliar. No sand. ]