[For all Ben has managed to curb his tongue, anxiety clings to him, cramped on the mattress that only just manages to accommodate his height. It takes him ages to fall asleep. Its not his bed, for one, and something (or someone) in the room makes him feel hypersensitive. Everything sounds louder, feels awkward, and he finds himself slowly unraveling a thread on the sheet he's covered himself with to try and keep his hands busy.
The sounds of this ship are different than the Falcon, quiet enough that anyone who wasn't used to ships would say that it ran silent. But Ben picks up on every echo, every hiss of air, every oxygen scrub that ran in spite of their parked position. From far away, he could hear the single patrol of Stormtroopers making their rounds -- or maybe he wasn't hearing them at all, and he was going crazy.
Eventually, his circling thoughts run themselves into the ground, and he passes out.]
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The sounds of this ship are different than the Falcon, quiet enough that anyone who wasn't used to ships would say that it ran silent. But Ben picks up on every echo, every hiss of air, every oxygen scrub that ran in spite of their parked position. From far away, he could hear the single patrol of Stormtroopers making their rounds -- or maybe he wasn't hearing them at all, and he was going crazy.
Eventually, his circling thoughts run themselves into the ground, and he passes out.]