[ A sour look seizes her expression as Rey turns a glower on him, daring him to make the same remark in a capacity that their companion—when did Chewie become their anything, and not just her co-pilot?—could hear and serve judgment for. Rather than redress him with their few fleeting minutes of wiggle room, Rey chases the familiarity of Chewie’s routine up the Falcon’s ramp and around to where the wookiee is securing their cargo. There, she does the only thing she can think to do. ]
You can’t come with us. [ The assessment comes out abrupt and unfeeling. Chewie moves slow, like he’s expecting her to withdraw it sometime between when he begins to turn around and when he finishes. She doesn’t, but instead launches into further justification. ] I know how you feel about him being here and who’s coming after us: I won’t let you risk your life for someone you can’t even stand to be in the same room with.
[ The answer in Shyriiwook sounds particularly indignant, and the easiest words to catch (inasmuch as the language can be parsed out into specific words in Basic and not concepts and more complexly intertwined sentiments) pertain to not being left like a pet during a move. Even without a Force bond, the heat of Rey’s reactive and defensive anger ripples in such a strong pulse that it is impossible to miss or ignore; with one, it’s a short-lived tidal wave that arrests her reason. ]
Oh don’t be so defensive! You know that’s not what this is. You need to be with the Resistance, with Leia. This has nothing to do with them—or her. [ Rey softens, approaching him with an outstretched had that settles in stark contrast against a bulky furred arm. ] And we both know where he’d want you to be. Someone needs to have her back, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with Finn’s either.
[ The howl that follows is softer, a reluctant admission that Finn needs looking after, that Han Solo would not hesitate to cling to Leia’s side and leave Luke to look after Jedi business himself. ]
They’ll be disembarking soon. General’s orders. If you’re going, you’d better go now.
[ As goodbyes go, it’s lackluster and strained, neither having the time for anything properly emotional when Rey is stubbornly digging her heels in to get Chewbacca to leave at all. But it does its job, and Chewbacca moves past her with lumbering steps that tremor the metal plating of the ground beneath them. Rey lowers her head as he passes, not looking back at him once his paw has clapped on her shoulder and dropped away for she can’t stand to watch him go, leaving her adrift and alone.
Well. Not quite alone. Circumstances as they are, she’d almost prefer that. A deep breath steadies her and she lifts her chin, preparing herself to face the inevitability of the snapped conversation that waits with Kylo Ren, her de-facto co-pilot. ]
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You can’t come with us. [ The assessment comes out abrupt and unfeeling. Chewie moves slow, like he’s expecting her to withdraw it sometime between when he begins to turn around and when he finishes. She doesn’t, but instead launches into further justification. ] I know how you feel about him being here and who’s coming after us: I won’t let you risk your life for someone you can’t even stand to be in the same room with.
[ The answer in Shyriiwook sounds particularly indignant, and the easiest words to catch (inasmuch as the language can be parsed out into specific words in Basic and not concepts and more complexly intertwined sentiments) pertain to not being left like a pet during a move. Even without a Force bond, the heat of Rey’s reactive and defensive anger ripples in such a strong pulse that it is impossible to miss or ignore; with one, it’s a short-lived tidal wave that arrests her reason. ]
Oh don’t be so defensive! You know that’s not what this is. You need to be with the Resistance, with Leia. This has nothing to do with them—or her. [ Rey softens, approaching him with an outstretched had that settles in stark contrast against a bulky furred arm. ] And we both know where he’d want you to be. Someone needs to have her back, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with Finn’s either.
[ The howl that follows is softer, a reluctant admission that Finn needs looking after, that Han Solo would not hesitate to cling to Leia’s side and leave Luke to look after Jedi business himself. ]
They’ll be disembarking soon. General’s orders. If you’re going, you’d better go now.
[ As goodbyes go, it’s lackluster and strained, neither having the time for anything properly emotional when Rey is stubbornly digging her heels in to get Chewbacca to leave at all. But it does its job, and Chewbacca moves past her with lumbering steps that tremor the metal plating of the ground beneath them. Rey lowers her head as he passes, not looking back at him once his paw has clapped on her shoulder and dropped away for she can’t stand to watch him go, leaving her adrift and alone.
Well. Not quite alone. Circumstances as they are, she’d almost prefer that. A deep breath steadies her and she lifts her chin, preparing herself to face the inevitability of the snapped conversation that waits with Kylo Ren, her de-facto co-pilot. ]