Rey. [ She churns it out before begrudgingly adding what will only confirm an assumption, in her experience — ] Sand.
[ With that out of the way, she digs her teeth back into the technicality he clings to. Why? She still can't puzzle it out, can't make sense of him. He had gone to a lot of effort to become the King's dog, as she understood it. Why risk throwing it away because he could not wait for further orders? ]
Getting out to sea to find Skywalker won't help me get back to Dorne to — [ She bites down on her tongue, caught in a paradox of her own frustration with the way her frustration at him has loosened her tongue. What she's really getting at, instead: ] You can't promise to deliver anything except a chance to watch you die on our return.
[ She could stay in Essos, but considering the allowances made for slavery there, she's sure she'd never buy out her contract and get to Dorne. At least in the Saltpans, she had the illusion of a chance promised by Plutt. ]
What are you getting out of this? Why not help me if you have such disdain for the King's orders? We could bring Skywalker back. [ It's a long shot. Rey feels stupid even putting it out there. But he isn't denying his intent to betray Snoke, and isn't that the same thing House Organa is doing? Rebellion is rebellion. ] House Organa would protect us.
[ It demonstrates shocking naiveté for a girl who had to grow up in the Saltpans, a slave in all but name. That things would be so simple. But there's conviction there — she believes this fairytale of the good rebels and the evil king. It comforts her. ]
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[ With that out of the way, she digs her teeth back into the technicality he clings to. Why? She still can't puzzle it out, can't make sense of him. He had gone to a lot of effort to become the King's dog, as she understood it. Why risk throwing it away because he could not wait for further orders? ]
Getting out to sea to find Skywalker won't help me get back to Dorne to — [ She bites down on her tongue, caught in a paradox of her own frustration with the way her frustration at him has loosened her tongue. What she's really getting at, instead: ] You can't promise to deliver anything except a chance to watch you die on our return.
[ She could stay in Essos, but considering the allowances made for slavery there, she's sure she'd never buy out her contract and get to Dorne. At least in the Saltpans, she had the illusion of a chance promised by Plutt. ]
What are you getting out of this? Why not help me if you have such disdain for the King's orders? We could bring Skywalker back. [ It's a long shot. Rey feels stupid even putting it out there. But he isn't denying his intent to betray Snoke, and isn't that the same thing House Organa is doing? Rebellion is rebellion. ] House Organa would protect us.
[ It demonstrates shocking naiveté for a girl who had to grow up in the Saltpans, a slave in all but name. That things would be so simple. But there's conviction there — she believes this fairytale of the good rebels and the evil king. It comforts her. ]