[ The clipped edge of her tone strikes as familiar in how it rebuffs him—she doesn't bother with schooling her countenance to calm and controlled, but instead lets herself snap back in a show of nerves.
If she fails, Kylo Ren or Leader Snoke or both will run the base into the ground.
If she fails, Luke Skywalker and General Organa will die, and the Resistance with them.
Worst of all, she will not die with them. The guilt will be hers to carry for as long as it takes for Kylo Ren and Snoke to give up the hope of converting her to their ways, or for Snoke to view her as more threat to his control over Ren than potential to add to his strength. It is a hard thing, for a survivor to imagine a fate worse than death, this potential outcome manages to plague every corner of her mind with nightmarish flashes. ]
With their combined strength, it shouldn't be impossible for them to mask your presence here for a short while longer.
[ Unfortunately, 'should' and 'short while' are both insufficient reassurances, but by the time Rey can think up more, they've stopped inside the inner sanctum of the Resistance's war room where Luke and Leia wait, talking in hushed but passionate whispers. It sounds like a disagreement, resignation written across Luke's features that doesn't inspire faith in Rey.
Still, she turns to Ren and nods for him to join her in approaching them, lifting her chin in a way that offers the impression not of professionalism and merit, but rather of a child putting on airs and playing at soldier. ]
He's agreed, and confirmed the concerns we had regarding Snoke's involvement. The sooner we begin, the better.
[ Organa doesn't seem to hear her, sorrowful dark eyes fixed on the face of her son, studying the terrain of his face as if she had to memorize it, searching out every difference, the scar left by Rey, the hard set of his gaze that was so different from how he'd looked as a child, where it was curiosity lighting them, not the fires of rage. ]
Do you have a space ready?
[ In a snap, Leia nods, and with only a passing comment that It's good to see you back on your feet to Ren, leads the way to a back room beyond the circular war room. Luke wears the same cautious but mournful gaze that Rey had first seen on him, fixing it unerringly on Kylo Ren's, guilt thick in the furrow of his brow and the tug of his lips. This is a mess that he made, and he does not immediately speak for that reason alone, solemn in accepting his part in it. ]
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[ The clipped edge of her tone strikes as familiar in how it rebuffs him—she doesn't bother with schooling her countenance to calm and controlled, but instead lets herself snap back in a show of nerves.
If she fails, Kylo Ren or Leader Snoke or both will run the base into the ground.
If she fails, Luke Skywalker and General Organa will die, and the Resistance with them.
Worst of all, she will not die with them. The guilt will be hers to carry for as long as it takes for Kylo Ren and Snoke to give up the hope of converting her to their ways, or for Snoke to view her as more threat to his control over Ren than potential to add to his strength. It is a hard thing, for a survivor to imagine a fate worse than death, this potential outcome manages to plague every corner of her mind with nightmarish flashes. ]
With their combined strength, it shouldn't be impossible for them to mask your presence here for a short while longer.
[ Unfortunately, 'should' and 'short while' are both insufficient reassurances, but by the time Rey can think up more, they've stopped inside the inner sanctum of the Resistance's war room where Luke and Leia wait, talking in hushed but passionate whispers. It sounds like a disagreement, resignation written across Luke's features that doesn't inspire faith in Rey.
Still, she turns to Ren and nods for him to join her in approaching them, lifting her chin in a way that offers the impression not of professionalism and merit, but rather of a child putting on airs and playing at soldier. ]
He's agreed, and confirmed the concerns we had regarding Snoke's involvement. The sooner we begin, the better.
[ Organa doesn't seem to hear her, sorrowful dark eyes fixed on the face of her son, studying the terrain of his face as if she had to memorize it, searching out every difference, the scar left by Rey, the hard set of his gaze that was so different from how he'd looked as a child, where it was curiosity lighting them, not the fires of rage. ]
Do you have a space ready?
[ In a snap, Leia nods, and with only a passing comment that It's good to see you back on your feet to Ren, leads the way to a back room beyond the circular war room. Luke wears the same cautious but mournful gaze that Rey had first seen on him, fixing it unerringly on Kylo Ren's, guilt thick in the furrow of his brow and the tug of his lips. This is a mess that he made, and he does not immediately speak for that reason alone, solemn in accepting his part in it. ]