[Before, perhaps. How simple it would have been to reach so far in but a single breath the way he had during FN-2187's escape, or Rey's flight on Takodana. Here, now, the Force maintains its hold, but so too does the living tie to his newfound brood: it muddies his clarity of thought, it has turned his way of life into something infinitely more taxing. He masters it again, step by single step, as the days pass on. Too many steps, too many days.
Behind his mask he thins his lips, flexes his hand against the yoke. In that moment he feels fifteen years younger, limited by more than his own willpower.] That would take more time than we presently have.
I can tell you what their formation will be. Where they will direct their assault before they move to attack.
[A beat, before he adds, carefully:] I can show you.
[She would know it like her own fingers were there, curled at their collective temples. Her tie to the Force was strong enough, and coupled with their shared bond...
He expects she will refuse; he primes the rear shields for that reason alone.]
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Behind his mask he thins his lips, flexes his hand against the yoke. In that moment he feels fifteen years younger, limited by more than his own willpower.] That would take more time than we presently have.
I can tell you what their formation will be. Where they will direct their assault before they move to attack.
[A beat, before he adds, carefully:] I can show you.
[She would know it like her own fingers were there, curled at their collective temples. Her tie to the Force was strong enough, and coupled with their shared bond...
He expects she will refuse; he primes the rear shields for that reason alone.]