she had not been with the order then, but she knew the story. it was the first marked blow delivered by the first order against the republic. one of their heroes, however misplaced that reputation in rey's opinion — smugglers were the sort of people who had landed her in that hole at the edge of the galaxy — felled in the early days of the conflict.
and poor ben, like a lost child, still feeling the ache of his father's death. she savors that grief. and in some ways, it is context for what he has cast aside. he has run away from the same fate. ]
You—
[ but before she can goad him, something happens.
something forces her back. a barrier of some kind. the force welling up within him and pressing outward. pain and concentration contort her expression. this ... isn't supposed to happen. she pulls back, withdrawing her hand from his hair, sweat stuck on her fingertips now. she straightens. ]
That's enough.
[ no. no, it's not. he can feel it now. she's afraid. ]
no subject
she had not been with the order then, but she knew the story. it was the first marked blow delivered by the first order against the republic. one of their heroes, however misplaced that reputation in rey's opinion — smugglers were the sort of people who had landed her in that hole at the edge of the galaxy — felled in the early days of the conflict.
and poor ben, like a lost child, still feeling the ache of his father's death. she savors that grief. and in some ways, it is context for what he has cast aside. he has run away from the same fate. ]
You—
[ but before she can goad him, something happens.
something forces her back. a barrier of some kind. the force welling up within him and pressing outward. pain and concentration contort her expression. this ... isn't supposed to happen. she pulls back, withdrawing her hand from his hair, sweat stuck on her fingertips now. she straightens. ]
That's enough.
[ no. no, it's not. he can feel it now. she's afraid. ]