[he might as well have punched her, right in the gut, for the force of how that hits her. because maybe she doesn't know him that well, really, maybe it'd only been days before the end, but she thinks she'd seen enough to be able to tell the difference between some bantha shit faked for a purpose and genuine confusion. genuine lack of recognition.
this, the look with which he's regarding her, the tenor of his question, is the latter.
the first person who'd bothered to come back for her in years, for almost as long as she can remember — on jedha, on eadu, on scarif — genuinely doesn't know she exists. however it'd happened, whatever the reason, it doesn't really matter to her, because the outcome is the same.
it shouldn't hurt; this isn't that different from what she's used to. and yet it does. it has her hands gripping on the wheel a little more tightly, and visibly swallowing hard. it has her taking in a shaky breath, before she lifts her chin, before she reconstructs her defense, piece by piece.]
No. You don't. [the last of it comes in her voice, which she does her best to make flat, neutral.] Forget it.
[of course she doesn't have allies. what a fucking joke for her to ever think, even for one moment, that she did.
she's as alone as she's ever been. it's better this way.]
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this, the look with which he's regarding her, the tenor of his question, is the latter.
the first person who'd bothered to come back for her in years, for almost as long as she can remember — on jedha, on eadu, on scarif — genuinely doesn't know she exists. however it'd happened, whatever the reason, it doesn't really matter to her, because the outcome is the same.
it shouldn't hurt; this isn't that different from what she's used to. and yet it does. it has her hands gripping on the wheel a little more tightly, and visibly swallowing hard. it has her taking in a shaky breath, before she lifts her chin, before she reconstructs her defense, piece by piece.]
No. You don't. [the last of it comes in her voice, which she does her best to make flat, neutral.] Forget it.
[of course she doesn't have allies. what a fucking joke for her to ever think, even for one moment, that she did.
she's as alone as she's ever been. it's better this way.]