it's not a thought that sits well, in some ways; in some ways, it's selfish, because it's a condemnation to exist in one of the most horrible situations that probably either of them could think of. she shouldn't wish that on someone she's come to care about, especially someone who'd had the same peace ripped away from him at the end, too.
but it still sits, nevertheless. it fills her with emotions she can't quite parse as he repeats her own words to her, backing her up just as he had in the hangar bay on yavin 4, when it'd felt like all hope had been lost. it swells in her chest; it brings another fresh set of tears stinging in her eyes, which, this time, she blinks back furiously before they have a chance to fall. and it brings the smile she'd been holding back — small, barely there, but wholly real.
the plan is far from made. they still have to figure out which of these stupid factions is the lesser of two evils, have to do what they can to make sure that the choice they make is the best one possible. and when that's done, they have to keep evaluating and keep strategizing, because battles constantly change. she knows this; saw's training is embedded in her, and always will be.
she doesn't say any of this now, though. all she manages, thick around the lump that's formed in her throat, is:]
Thank you.
[she can give him that much, at least. for this — and all that's come before.]
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it's not a thought that sits well, in some ways; in some ways, it's selfish, because it's a condemnation to exist in one of the most horrible situations that probably either of them could think of. she shouldn't wish that on someone she's come to care about, especially someone who'd had the same peace ripped away from him at the end, too.
but it still sits, nevertheless. it fills her with emotions she can't quite parse as he repeats her own words to her, backing her up just as he had in the hangar bay on yavin 4, when it'd felt like all hope had been lost. it swells in her chest; it brings another fresh set of tears stinging in her eyes, which, this time, she blinks back furiously before they have a chance to fall. and it brings the smile she'd been holding back — small, barely there, but wholly real.
the plan is far from made. they still have to figure out which of these stupid factions is the lesser of two evils, have to do what they can to make sure that the choice they make is the best one possible. and when that's done, they have to keep evaluating and keep strategizing, because battles constantly change. she knows this; saw's training is embedded in her, and always will be.
she doesn't say any of this now, though. all she manages, thick around the lump that's formed in her throat, is:]
Thank you.
[she can give him that much, at least. for this — and all that's come before.]