[She's sort of done it at one of the bars in Quarantine. She simply sat in the back of the bar at a table by herself, watching people, keeping her mind off of things. The alcohol provided a needed distraction, giving her a burn she could control--how much or how little of the stuff she wanted to drink to keep feeling its effects. She takes the offered drink, holding it in her hand rather drinking it right away.]
I'll try not to over do it....calling you that is.
[Because she doesn't want to be a burden. She doesn't want Cisco to take on her problems as his own. Nor does she want to seem clingy or anything. Rey is exhausted, emotionally worn out and trying to piece together what she should do next.]
On Ahch-To, it was Snoke, but he's dead--and Ben spun it around and said I did it. His General--Hux, he's here and I had a lovely [The sarcasm on the word is heavy] chat about that with him. I didn't correct him, made him think it was me.
[But hadn't she indirectly killed Snoke? Her plea with Ben to not follow through with those orders, pushing him to do something else, nearly begging for her life, it caused Ben to kill Snoke.
It's that line of thought that makes her take a long drink of the whiskey, enjoying the way it burned down her throat.]
He's not here--Snoke isn't here. I would've felt him. Hux would be cheering and Ben... [Would he be a wreck? Would he be relieved? It was so hard to read him now, and it was foolish of her to think she could even read him at all.] I don't even know.
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[She's sort of done it at one of the bars in Quarantine. She simply sat in the back of the bar at a table by herself, watching people, keeping her mind off of things. The alcohol provided a needed distraction, giving her a burn she could control--how much or how little of the stuff she wanted to drink to keep feeling its effects. She takes the offered drink, holding it in her hand rather drinking it right away.]
I'll try not to over do it....calling you that is.
[Because she doesn't want to be a burden. She doesn't want Cisco to take on her problems as his own. Nor does she want to seem clingy or anything. Rey is exhausted, emotionally worn out and trying to piece together what she should do next.]
On Ahch-To, it was Snoke, but he's dead--and Ben spun it around and said I did it. His General--Hux, he's here and I had a lovely [The sarcasm on the word is heavy] chat about that with him. I didn't correct him, made him think it was me.
[But hadn't she indirectly killed Snoke? Her plea with Ben to not follow through with those orders, pushing him to do something else, nearly begging for her life, it caused Ben to kill Snoke.
It's that line of thought that makes her take a long drink of the whiskey, enjoying the way it burned down her throat.]
He's not here--Snoke isn't here. I would've felt him. Hux would be cheering and Ben... [Would he be a wreck? Would he be relieved? It was so hard to read him now, and it was foolish of her to think she could even read him at all.] I don't even know.