[ Rey looks up at him, falling silent as his snapped words fill the heavy air between the mismatched group of sinners and lost dogs searching for a way home. She can’t help but wonder if he’s among them, regardless of his outward resistance, if he’s really looking for a way home too. The pine smell of Yavin IV fills her head like cotton and ice, clouding it from judgment and perception, so much so that she misses Leia’s tired sigh, the one that says that they don’t have a choice but to trust the intelligence they’ve been given.
He must, she decides. It must be that desire that led him to allow their experiment in the first place, and he must be relieved that it worked. Regardless of whatever other emotions cloud and conflict the reaction. ]
Doubt and paranoia are the weapons of the Dark Side, Master. [ Her soft appeal comes after they all take a handful of quiet moments to process and weigh Ren’s claims. ] They might plague us, but we can’t court them or they’ll take root.
[ That lesson, she learned well in the tar pits of Kylo Ren’s mind, if not from the lecturing of her teacher. Were the circumstances less dire, she might be able to find humor in the notion that he had been the one to instruct her in the ways of the Force after all, in a roundabout sense. ]
If we ignore his warning, the First Order could see that we never leave this planet. The Resistance could die here.
[ Her appeal smoothes the rough edges of Kylo Ren’s pragmatism into an unfortunate truth that they all need to swallow if they are to survive. Leia raises a hand from her hip to stay her insistence, processing the heavy weight, then waves it to dismiss them and paces to the wall where she folds her arms and waits for Luke to join her in quiet discussion. Luke’s voice is tense as he thanks Rey, a deliberate omission of his nephew’s part given the way he then holds Kylo Ren’s hard stare with something muddled with sore guilt. Like Leia, he turns away in kind and joins her in whispering.
Turning to her counterpart, Rey nods for him to move with her for the exit. ]
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He must, she decides. It must be that desire that led him to allow their experiment in the first place, and he must be relieved that it worked. Regardless of whatever other emotions cloud and conflict the reaction. ]
Doubt and paranoia are the weapons of the Dark Side, Master. [ Her soft appeal comes after they all take a handful of quiet moments to process and weigh Ren’s claims. ] They might plague us, but we can’t court them or they’ll take root.
[ That lesson, she learned well in the tar pits of Kylo Ren’s mind, if not from the lecturing of her teacher. Were the circumstances less dire, she might be able to find humor in the notion that he had been the one to instruct her in the ways of the Force after all, in a roundabout sense. ]
If we ignore his warning, the First Order could see that we never leave this planet. The Resistance could die here.
[ Her appeal smoothes the rough edges of Kylo Ren’s pragmatism into an unfortunate truth that they all need to swallow if they are to survive. Leia raises a hand from her hip to stay her insistence, processing the heavy weight, then waves it to dismiss them and paces to the wall where she folds her arms and waits for Luke to join her in quiet discussion. Luke’s voice is tense as he thanks Rey, a deliberate omission of his nephew’s part given the way he then holds Kylo Ren’s hard stare with something muddled with sore guilt. Like Leia, he turns away in kind and joins her in whispering.
Turning to her counterpart, Rey nods for him to move with her for the exit. ]