[ Each second threatens the sanity of his plan, allowing the fleet to close in around them while she tries to weave through debris and find something large enough to provide cover from their pursuers.
Slowly, uneasily, her gaze shifts over to him, the light of her eyes swallowed by the void created by the smooth black curves of his helmet. It dries out the back of her throat, and she hastily redirects her attention outward.
The offer tempts her on its own, not only for the efficiency it would provide in dispatching the enemies that threaten their mission, but for the understanding it would lend her of her own abilities in the absence of another teacher. His offer hasn't gone forgotten, and she's certain it's no mystery that he guides her to recalling it now.
But whatever in it tempts her does so for all the same reasons that one downward slice of Luke Skywalker's lightsaber might have seemed a tempting way to solve her problems and externalize her anger and misery on Starkiller Base. Killing Kylo Ren would not have made her feel better, regardless of what the shadows licking at the corner of her mind encouraged her to believe. It would not have brought Han Solo back any more than it would have ensured Finn's safe recovery.
This, though, this plan of his might promise them an important victory, the chance to escape with their lives, and it sticks in the back of her mind like gristle in her teeth, persistently at the edge of her awareness, unable to be dismissed. Yet it feels like courting the dark side all the same for reasons that she attributes entirely to her copilot.
Tension keeps her shoulders stiff enough that she maneuvers the ship too widely, loses precision for all the distraction that wages in her mind. ]
Tell me. [ The correction is tight, a line drawn. She won't accept the monopolization of any mental bond that he might abuse, knows he can't be trusted anywhere near her mind, let alone diving deeper into it than strictly necessary, no matter how alluring the prospect of a broader understanding of those abilities might be. ] Figure out their formation and find us a path out of here.
[ She doesn't like it. Feels a chill in her bones to be complicit in it, worsened by the fact that he hesitated enough to defer to her decision-making rather than simply allowing her to take the reins while he did it regardless. But she doesn't retract her statement. ]
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Slowly, uneasily, her gaze shifts over to him, the light of her eyes swallowed by the void created by the smooth black curves of his helmet. It dries out the back of her throat, and she hastily redirects her attention outward.
The offer tempts her on its own, not only for the efficiency it would provide in dispatching the enemies that threaten their mission, but for the understanding it would lend her of her own abilities in the absence of another teacher. His offer hasn't gone forgotten, and she's certain it's no mystery that he guides her to recalling it now.
But whatever in it tempts her does so for all the same reasons that one downward slice of Luke Skywalker's lightsaber might have seemed a tempting way to solve her problems and externalize her anger and misery on Starkiller Base. Killing Kylo Ren would not have made her feel better, regardless of what the shadows licking at the corner of her mind encouraged her to believe. It would not have brought Han Solo back any more than it would have ensured Finn's safe recovery.
This, though, this plan of his might promise them an important victory, the chance to escape with their lives, and it sticks in the back of her mind like gristle in her teeth, persistently at the edge of her awareness, unable to be dismissed. Yet it feels like courting the dark side all the same for reasons that she attributes entirely to her copilot.
Tension keeps her shoulders stiff enough that she maneuvers the ship too widely, loses precision for all the distraction that wages in her mind. ]
Tell me. [ The correction is tight, a line drawn. She won't accept the monopolization of any mental bond that he might abuse, knows he can't be trusted anywhere near her mind, let alone diving deeper into it than strictly necessary, no matter how alluring the prospect of a broader understanding of those abilities might be. ] Figure out their formation and find us a path out of here.
[ She doesn't like it. Feels a chill in her bones to be complicit in it, worsened by the fact that he hesitated enough to defer to her decision-making rather than simply allowing her to take the reins while he did it regardless. But she doesn't retract her statement. ]