[ She thinks of her own training. Of how she'd felt, facing the pain every day, forcing herself through it, surrendering to that snarling beast within. She thinks of it, and she recognizes that she would have wanted a break. Snoke had never given her one. She doesn't reach for him, doesn't budge, but she looks him over slowly, thoughtfully, and ultimately settles it. ]
We'll take a break.
[ She says it as though it's her executive decision, a gift. Keeps her voice hard like she is in control of what's happening. ]
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We'll take a break.
[ She says it as though it's her executive decision, a gift. Keeps her voice hard like she is in control of what's happening. ]
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