[He doesn't answer right away, though really its for lack of an answer. This surely should not have bothered him as much as it did. It would mean that he'd let her too close in the first place -- but he'd wanted that, hadn't he? Just not like this.
His grip on his lightsaber tightens. The Dark swirls about him, inky and corrupting. What happened? As if she didn't already know.]
I was blind, not to have seen.
[It comes out on a forced exhale, like it hurts to say, but also as if releasing a great burden. He swallows it down and forces himself to keep talking. He's not going to fuck around either -- not now.]
He came to me, not long after you. Finn. Demanding my cooperation, in the same way Commander Dameron had.
[Not FN-2187. FN-2187 would not have had the gumption to look him in the eyes like that. He knows the difference.]
He also said that you had seen something. In me.
[This thumb presses into the hilt of his lightsaber, hard enough to turn the skin under his fingernail white. The only thing keeping him from activating it and rushing is how much he is seething.]
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His grip on his lightsaber tightens. The Dark swirls about him, inky and corrupting. What happened? As if she didn't already know.]
I was blind, not to have seen.
[It comes out on a forced exhale, like it hurts to say, but also as if releasing a great burden. He swallows it down and forces himself to keep talking. He's not going to fuck around either -- not now.]
He came to me, not long after you. Finn. Demanding my cooperation, in the same way Commander Dameron had.
[Not FN-2187. FN-2187 would not have had the gumption to look him in the eyes like that. He knows the difference.]
He also said that you had seen something. In me.
[This thumb presses into the hilt of his lightsaber, hard enough to turn the skin under his fingernail white. The only thing keeping him from activating it and rushing is how much he is seething.]
I wonder what else you have told him.