[ The rejoinder lacks bite. It has the shape of something more snappish, but the edges are not sharp enough. It's as tired as she is.
Summoning more than that, though, asks too much of her. He knows how she sleeps. Intimately. He knows that when she was lonely on Jakku, she imagined an island that she can't retreat to anymore, because she has seen that island in all its underwhelming glory and it has disappointed her. He knows that she could not sleep properly in Hanabira while they were feuding, either. That she had slept better the night he'd appeared beside her than any other because it had been a balm and a knife in her ribs all at the same time.
And he must know that she has not been sleeping well since they separated, on the nights she has been curled away from Poe for fear of revealing how she aches for touch in the absence of Ben's. It's written all over her terse demeanor. She shuts her eyes a moment. Lets that feeling of pure isolation untether her. Then she huffs out a breath through her nose, irritated. ]
I obviously can't talk to you. And I can't do anything to get us out of here. But I can at least rest so that when we get out, I'm not too fatigued to be of any use. That's how. [ She needs forward momentum. Progress towards the next goal. It's the only way she stays sane, waiting as she does. ]
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[ The rejoinder lacks bite. It has the shape of something more snappish, but the edges are not sharp enough. It's as tired as she is.
Summoning more than that, though, asks too much of her. He knows how she sleeps. Intimately. He knows that when she was lonely on Jakku, she imagined an island that she can't retreat to anymore, because she has seen that island in all its underwhelming glory and it has disappointed her. He knows that she could not sleep properly in Hanabira while they were feuding, either. That she had slept better the night he'd appeared beside her than any other because it had been a balm and a knife in her ribs all at the same time.
And he must know that she has not been sleeping well since they separated, on the nights she has been curled away from Poe for fear of revealing how she aches for touch in the absence of Ben's. It's written all over her terse demeanor. She shuts her eyes a moment. Lets that feeling of pure isolation untether her. Then she huffs out a breath through her nose, irritated. ]
I obviously can't talk to you. And I can't do anything to get us out of here. But I can at least rest so that when we get out, I'm not too fatigued to be of any use. That's how. [ She needs forward momentum. Progress towards the next goal. It's the only way she stays sane, waiting as she does. ]