[ She steps in closer as if to try to impose her will on him by the force of her presence, but only serves to dwarf herself in proximity to him, glowering up through dark lashes. It almost feels as though she can't bring herself to let it go because her restlessness demands a fight still, that it hasn't been satiated by the way they have orbited around each other without colliding since emerging from the dark shroud of his mind. Her molars grind. ]
You're not a luggabeast, and I won't be your master.
[ She doesn't want that responsibility, truthfully, but more to the point, she wouldn't be freeing him if she were only trading him into Resistance service. Her own ethics resist the notion, a visceral distaste that comes from being indentured into servitude on Jakku for more than a decade. They'd both had their fair share of leashes for one lifetime.
For that reason, she won't evaluate his suggestion: not yet. Until they get through this disagreement, there is no place further to go. The hiss of engines starts, though the shields remain down, telling her that Chewie is in the cockpit unable to bring them up himself even with his extensive reach. The weightless sensation of take-off jostles their feet slightly, but though Rey sways, she does not falter to catch herself. ]
As soon as we are free of the First Order's fleet, if you so wish it, you're welcome to go wherever in this galaxy you want. I'll send you with one of the escape pods. Resistance fighters don't blindly follow orders: they follow them because they believe it's the right thing to do, and they trust that the General knows the best way to do it.
[ So that helps to sufficiently dig at what she wants out of this: to be trusted in her judgment the way Leia is, to be respected without being feared. She does not want him to follow out of necessity, but out of agreement—but she does want him to follow. ]
ok but like how much sleep had you gotten i feel like that is an important fact to consider
[ She steps in closer as if to try to impose her will on him by the force of her presence, but only serves to dwarf herself in proximity to him, glowering up through dark lashes. It almost feels as though she can't bring herself to let it go because her restlessness demands a fight still, that it hasn't been satiated by the way they have orbited around each other without colliding since emerging from the dark shroud of his mind. Her molars grind. ]
You're not a luggabeast, and I won't be your master.
[ She doesn't want that responsibility, truthfully, but more to the point, she wouldn't be freeing him if she were only trading him into Resistance service. Her own ethics resist the notion, a visceral distaste that comes from being indentured into servitude on Jakku for more than a decade. They'd both had their fair share of leashes for one lifetime.
For that reason, she won't evaluate his suggestion: not yet. Until they get through this disagreement, there is no place further to go. The hiss of engines starts, though the shields remain down, telling her that Chewie is in the cockpit unable to bring them up himself even with his extensive reach. The weightless sensation of take-off jostles their feet slightly, but though Rey sways, she does not falter to catch herself. ]
As soon as we are free of the First Order's fleet, if you so wish it, you're welcome to go wherever in this galaxy you want. I'll send you with one of the escape pods. Resistance fighters don't blindly follow orders: they follow them because they believe it's the right thing to do, and they trust that the General knows the best way to do it.
[ So that helps to sufficiently dig at what she wants out of this: to be trusted in her judgment the way Leia is, to be respected without being feared. She does not want him to follow out of necessity, but out of agreement—but she does want him to follow. ]