[ certainly it had been easier for her to assign blame to him before she had heard everything poe had to say on the matter. before she had understood that it wasn't just old wounds, but new ones, formed under the umbrella of a truce, which preoccupied him. the justification there still sticks like a thorn in her side, but something else stands out more.
his words harken back to her conversation with keith. was he lying? he had done it without hesitating. he had proposed it, even, as she floundered to figure out what to do.
no. thinking on that is just her searching for something poe had disappointed her on. she's so desperate for someone to give a damn about her that she's superimposing it over kylo ren. she's pathetic. desperate. and yet it still tugs at the back of her mind, insistent. maybe it's because she can feel his confusion and curiosity and her mind longs for something concrete to ascribe those emotions to.
she reaches up to push hair out of her face where stray strands cling to damn cheeks. ]
You took that blame for me.
[ and poe still doesn't know the extent of it. how much worse would it have been, had he known the truth? ]
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his words harken back to her conversation with keith. was he lying? he had done it without hesitating. he had proposed it, even, as she floundered to figure out what to do.
no. thinking on that is just her searching for something poe had disappointed her on. she's so desperate for someone to give a damn about her that she's superimposing it over kylo ren. she's pathetic. desperate. and yet it still tugs at the back of her mind, insistent. maybe it's because she can feel his confusion and curiosity and her mind longs for something concrete to ascribe those emotions to.
she reaches up to push hair out of her face where stray strands cling to damn cheeks. ]
You took that blame for me.
[ and poe still doesn't know the extent of it. how much worse would it have been, had he known the truth? ]
Why did you do it?