[he reluctantly takes a seat at the table because, as much as it pains him to admit it, kylo ren is ... correct. at the moment. what a nightmare. he slides his glass between his hands, fidgeting. so completely out of his element.]
Yeah, well, why are you here?
[is he expecting an honest answer? no. he's not really expecting any answer. just finding it kind of interesting how the first order and the resistance are scraping from the same gutter.]
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Yeah, well, why are you here?
[is he expecting an honest answer? no. he's not really expecting any answer. just finding it kind of interesting how the first order and the resistance are scraping from the same gutter.]