[His anger is a smothered thing, buried deep where it couldn't be used against him. In its place, grief. Loneliness. But overcome with a sense of hope rivaled only by one other being in the galaxy. And who knew where General Organa was just then? Certainly not her son.
Autopilot has been disengaged, and Ben looks to be lost in listening to the sounds of the Falcon itself. Even with Ben coasting, the Falcon never seems silent. She's always hissing or beeping or humming in her own way.
At some point, he had pulled the dice from over his head and tangled them around his fingers, as well as the shift. His knuckles are slightly white with how tight he grips it.
When he senses her eyes lingering on him, he finally breaks the silence tiredly.]
Have you ever been this far into the Inner Rim?
[After all, from what he knew of the First Order, they had largely raised their armies in the Outer Rim, even into some of the Unknown Regions.]
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Autopilot has been disengaged, and Ben looks to be lost in listening to the sounds of the Falcon itself. Even with Ben coasting, the Falcon never seems silent. She's always hissing or beeping or humming in her own way.
At some point, he had pulled the dice from over his head and tangled them around his fingers, as well as the shift. His knuckles are slightly white with how tight he grips it.
When he senses her eyes lingering on him, he finally breaks the silence tiredly.]
Have you ever been this far into the Inner Rim?
[After all, from what he knew of the First Order, they had largely raised their armies in the Outer Rim, even into some of the Unknown Regions.]