[ a part of her rises up to blame him. it would be so easy to hurl accusations and demand answers and call this his fault. after all, she had been defending him. in so many ways he was the cause of her misery. but that's a simplistic viewing.
she had defended him against enemies whose opinion meant nothing to him, on a moral stance that he had no apparent investment in. it was meaningless. fighting with poe had been meaningless. yet she'd still done it. that wasn't ben's fault; it was hers. ]
He told me what you did. [ there's disdain written in her face, but more than that too. it's … confusion. she wants to understand. why? why had he thought that was worth it? perhaps the wrong question to ask. ] You attacked him. Is that what you've been doing this whole time? Attacking my friends behind my back?
[ it feels redundant, in a way, lashing out at him like this. she had already lashed out at poe. at finn. why not ben too? only keith had made himself immune to her efforts to alienate everyone who meant anything to her. ]
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she had defended him against enemies whose opinion meant nothing to him, on a moral stance that he had no apparent investment in. it was meaningless. fighting with poe had been meaningless. yet she'd still done it. that wasn't ben's fault; it was hers. ]
He told me what you did. [ there's disdain written in her face, but more than that too. it's … confusion. she wants to understand. why? why had he thought that was worth it? perhaps the wrong question to ask. ] You attacked him. Is that what you've been doing this whole time? Attacking my friends behind my back?
[ it feels redundant, in a way, lashing out at him like this. she had already lashed out at poe. at finn. why not ben too? only keith had made himself immune to her efforts to alienate everyone who meant anything to her. ]