[ Turning, Rey watches his towering shape disappear around the corner of the Millennium Falcon’s curved hallways, swallowing the thick lump in her throat that forms as she thinks back on the moment when she believed that she and Finn had been captured by the First Order. The fear feels as real now as it was then, though dwarfed by experience.
A part of her aches to reach out through the force and stop him from leaving on such a dramatic and negative note, but she stops herself for the weakness it would show and the little good it would do any of them. They all have their tasks. She starts after him, short legs carrying her with quicker steps to try and make her way out of the ramp, but she's stopped by Chewie looping around from the cockpit.
An irritated growl rumbles in the back of his throat, high pitched and indignant. Sighing, Rey stops, folding her arms beneath her chest as she looks up at him. ]
It was his home once too. I hoped it might make him remember. [ Gazing back down the ramp, she sighs and adds, ] I think it only made it worse. [ Reaching out to rub the furred arm of her co-pilot, Rey offers a smile. ] I promise it's safe. Or it will be. But we need to get ready to fly as soon as possible.
[ This only draws out another growl from him, this one less translatable, some chagrined realization that she's too damn similar to the Falcon's last pilot for anyone's good. Chewie takes his exasperation to the engine room to give it a good check, and Rey head down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, torn between going to explain their back-up plan to Leia and following Kylo's advice to search out the saber.
He'd gotten this far trusting her advice. Maybe it was time that she offered him the same in return, however misguided she believed his focus to be. Grinding her teeth doesn't make it any easier to decide, but it does help her recognize her reluctance to do what she already knows she is going to. Rubbing her jaw, she pivots on her heels and darts into the dark of the forest. ]
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A part of her aches to reach out through the force and stop him from leaving on such a dramatic and negative note, but she stops herself for the weakness it would show and the little good it would do any of them. They all have their tasks. She starts after him, short legs carrying her with quicker steps to try and make her way out of the ramp, but she's stopped by Chewie looping around from the cockpit.
An irritated growl rumbles in the back of his throat, high pitched and indignant. Sighing, Rey stops, folding her arms beneath her chest as she looks up at him. ]
It was his home once too. I hoped it might make him remember. [ Gazing back down the ramp, she sighs and adds, ] I think it only made it worse. [ Reaching out to rub the furred arm of her co-pilot, Rey offers a smile. ] I promise it's safe. Or it will be. But we need to get ready to fly as soon as possible.
[ This only draws out another growl from him, this one less translatable, some chagrined realization that she's too damn similar to the Falcon's last pilot for anyone's good. Chewie takes his exasperation to the engine room to give it a good check, and Rey head down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, torn between going to explain their back-up plan to Leia and following Kylo's advice to search out the saber.
He'd gotten this far trusting her advice. Maybe it was time that she offered him the same in return, however misguided she believed his focus to be. Grinding her teeth doesn't make it any easier to decide, but it does help her recognize her reluctance to do what she already knows she is going to. Rubbing her jaw, she pivots on her heels and darts into the dark of the forest. ]