[ It should come as no surprise that the brunt of his dismissal lacks kindness, given that she has had to sift through silt for it every time she’s seen a glimmer of it in the past, but the abrupt nature of his snap catches her off guard. Rey’s arms fall away from her chest and she straightens to free up a portion of the doorway, turning sideways as he narrowly passes her to track his expression. Anger rolls off him in waves, but it’s a strained and repressed sort of frustration that lacks the unhinged quality that she had seen levied at her in the forest on Starkiller Base. She would have a better idea of what to do with the other kind.
Guilt tries to work its way under her skin when, as he passes her, she spots sections of his suit damp with sweat, affording her a glimpse into how hard he has been working with Chewbacca to get them spaceworthy again. But she rejects the shame of regret and thrusts it from her mind forcefully: she had every reason to harbor the dread and suffer the fear of the worst that characterized her rough awakening. He has been a boogeyman for far longer than he has been an ally, and even now, she uses the term with tentative reservation: she will not hold herself to blame for the natural repercussions of his choices, no matter how fully she might understand them. ]
No. I don’t trust them. [ The few words she offers seem to hang uncertainty heavy in the air, doubt that General Organa is making the right choice to reach out for Hapes to aid her in the coming war. If she can convince them, Rey would not be sorry to see the monstrous ships they have still as rocks in their hangars on the side of the Resistance, but she cannot help reading into their silent scrutiny and whispers. Or into the fact that they stated point blank that Kylo Ren was not welcome here. In the wake of the accusation implicit in her hurried return to the Falcon, though, her mistrust seems easy to shrug off—laughable even. A personal flaw, not a reasoned assessment. ]
The sooner we get out of here, the better. If the Knights are coming for us, I don’t want to lead them to the heart of the Resistance. [ That’s a body count she couldn’t reconcile as necessary or tragic: it would be her fault for permitting it to happen. Stepping back into the hold, she moves around him to plant her feet directly in front of him, curbing his path and forcing him to face her down while she prompts him for input. ] What do you think?
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Guilt tries to work its way under her skin when, as he passes her, she spots sections of his suit damp with sweat, affording her a glimpse into how hard he has been working with Chewbacca to get them spaceworthy again. But she rejects the shame of regret and thrusts it from her mind forcefully: she had every reason to harbor the dread and suffer the fear of the worst that characterized her rough awakening. He has been a boogeyman for far longer than he has been an ally, and even now, she uses the term with tentative reservation: she will not hold herself to blame for the natural repercussions of his choices, no matter how fully she might understand them. ]
No. I don’t trust them. [ The few words she offers seem to hang uncertainty heavy in the air, doubt that General Organa is making the right choice to reach out for Hapes to aid her in the coming war. If she can convince them, Rey would not be sorry to see the monstrous ships they have still as rocks in their hangars on the side of the Resistance, but she cannot help reading into their silent scrutiny and whispers. Or into the fact that they stated point blank that Kylo Ren was not welcome here. In the wake of the accusation implicit in her hurried return to the Falcon, though, her mistrust seems easy to shrug off—laughable even. A personal flaw, not a reasoned assessment. ]
The sooner we get out of here, the better. If the Knights are coming for us, I don’t want to lead them to the heart of the Resistance. [ That’s a body count she couldn’t reconcile as necessary or tragic: it would be her fault for permitting it to happen. Stepping back into the hold, she moves around him to plant her feet directly in front of him, curbing his path and forcing him to face her down while she prompts him for input. ] What do you think?