[ She scoffs at his use of 'torture.' Of course he chooses to overlook that she would not have had to use those methods of interrogation had he shared the information willingly. He was a criminal, resisting the authority of the First Order. There was nothing for Rey to feel guilty for; he was the one hiding rebels.
More to the point, it seems awfully overdramatic to fixate on it. He was fine, as it happened. Unharmed in the long run, and now she was helping him stay alive. Choosing to let him live. He ought to be grateful, if anything.
Judging by the beeline he makes out of the bunk, he doesn't see it that way. She pulls the blanket up around her, distracted by the consideration of it. If he isn't trying to be her friend, she's simply not sure how to interpret it. It goes beyond civility, as if it were an effort to make up for his earlier callousness.
Well, she hasn't forgiven him.
She heads out after him, sounding almost pained in her confusion as she asks what she really wants to know, ] What do you want from me?
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More to the point, it seems awfully overdramatic to fixate on it. He was fine, as it happened. Unharmed in the long run, and now she was helping him stay alive. Choosing to let him live. He ought to be grateful, if anything.
Judging by the beeline he makes out of the bunk, he doesn't see it that way. She pulls the blanket up around her, distracted by the consideration of it. If he isn't trying to be her friend, she's simply not sure how to interpret it. It goes beyond civility, as if it were an effort to make up for his earlier callousness.
Well, she hasn't forgiven him.
She heads out after him, sounding almost pained in her confusion as she asks what she really wants to know, ] What do you want from me?