[ something loosens in her chest. relief? some part of her had wondered, distantly, if she were being a fool. it was not an easy thing to hold onto her certainty, to her calm. she exhales like she's been holding her breath for some time, worn by the strain of it.
and him, too. all that rage, and he hadn't— she is not without understanding of how hard even that kind of calm was to reach for him. the bond, maybe, but she wants to give him more credit than that. she wants to … hope.
he hates her for that, she realizes. that's what this was.
she's not sure what question to ask; why it had hurt him that she had told finn even that much, where he supposed the line was supposed to be, a half dozen others. so none of them come out.
the lightsabers are forgotten as she takes a slow step towards him, and then another. she's not exactly running to close the distance, but she's sure that it's what she wants to do. ]
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and him, too. all that rage, and he hadn't— she is not without understanding of how hard even that kind of calm was to reach for him. the bond, maybe, but she wants to give him more credit than that. she wants to … hope.
he hates her for that, she realizes. that's what this was.
she's not sure what question to ask; why it had hurt him that she had told finn even that much, where he supposed the line was supposed to be, a half dozen others. so none of them come out.
the lightsabers are forgotten as she takes a slow step towards him, and then another. she's not exactly running to close the distance, but she's sure that it's what she wants to do. ]