[ that's what she blurts out when she doesn't know what else to say. the piece that leaves her feeling the most guilt. what ben had done, however poe had provoked it, had been done because poe made the choice to try and protect her.
who else would? she didn't matter. in the scheme of the resistance, in the scheme of the galaxy, she didn't matter at all. she was nothing. and poe had— and she had sacrificed that at the altar of ben solo. a man that might not even exist anymore, who showed no shame or remorse in what he had done. ]
He was trying to protect me, and you—
[ she breaks off, looking away. no. it's not ben she's mad at. it's herself, and the uncertainty of her direction. more tears fall, joining the rest on the neckline of her kimono. ]
no subject
[ that's what she blurts out when she doesn't know what else to say. the piece that leaves her feeling the most guilt. what ben had done, however poe had provoked it, had been done because poe made the choice to try and protect her.
who else would? she didn't matter. in the scheme of the resistance, in the scheme of the galaxy, she didn't matter at all. she was nothing. and poe had— and she had sacrificed that at the altar of ben solo. a man that might not even exist anymore, who showed no shame or remorse in what he had done. ]
He was trying to protect me, and you—
[ she breaks off, looking away. no. it's not ben she's mad at. it's herself, and the uncertainty of her direction. more tears fall, joining the rest on the neckline of her kimono. ]