This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
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This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
Not as long as he's alive, anyway. ]