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[rey is sitting in the gardens, legs crossed, staring at something off-camera. a low whistle and a few beeps makes it clear that bb-9 is doing the recording. despite the intensity of her gaze, her breathing is slow and regular and her muscles are entirely relaxed.
for a couple seconds, the video is just fixed on her--then, then frame zooms out so more of the garden is visible. a few feet away from where she sits, her lightsaber is stuck into the ground. such a suitable place for such a dignified weapon. but to be fair, her staff is stuck next to it. with the zoom-out, it becomes clear that rey is staring at the lightsaber.
a few more seconds of nothing.
then, as if tugged by an invisible string, the lightsaber twitches towards her. it lifts into the air and floats a few inches--before tumbling to the ground. rey, whose face holds a slight sheen of sweat from her efforts, lets out an extremely frustrated groan and an even more frustrated expletive. bb-9 beeps sympathetically.]
Kark it! I just want it to karking fly towards me when I--
[and she makes a violent pulling gesture--and then her staff comes flying towards her head. she reacts just in time, letting herself fall backwards to avoid being impaled in the face. the staff skids into the ground behind her. bb-9 screeches in alarm, and the video starts to bump as the droid rolls towards her owner. the camera zooms in and focuses on rey's face, still caught in surprise. and then, she laughs. not a restrained laugh, but a real, arms-around-her-gut laugh. and then she winces because ouch, bruised ribs. but back to business.]
Well, that's half right! Progress is progress, right? [then, she addresses the droid.] You caught all that? I want to watch it later.
[a beep of affirmative relief, and then the video cuts.]
for a couple seconds, the video is just fixed on her--then, then frame zooms out so more of the garden is visible. a few feet away from where she sits, her lightsaber is stuck into the ground. such a suitable place for such a dignified weapon. but to be fair, her staff is stuck next to it. with the zoom-out, it becomes clear that rey is staring at the lightsaber.
a few more seconds of nothing.
then, as if tugged by an invisible string, the lightsaber twitches towards her. it lifts into the air and floats a few inches--before tumbling to the ground. rey, whose face holds a slight sheen of sweat from her efforts, lets out an extremely frustrated groan and an even more frustrated expletive. bb-9 beeps sympathetically.]
Kark it! I just want it to karking fly towards me when I--
[and she makes a violent pulling gesture--and then her staff comes flying towards her head. she reacts just in time, letting herself fall backwards to avoid being impaled in the face. the staff skids into the ground behind her. bb-9 screeches in alarm, and the video starts to bump as the droid rolls towards her owner. the camera zooms in and focuses on rey's face, still caught in surprise. and then, she laughs. not a restrained laugh, but a real, arms-around-her-gut laugh. and then she winces because ouch, bruised ribs. but back to business.]
Well, that's half right! Progress is progress, right? [then, she addresses the droid.] You caught all that? I want to watch it later.
[a beep of affirmative relief, and then the video cuts.]
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#1 dad award
it takes her a while to respond]
I don't know. I lived my whole life without knowing I could do this stuff, and I did just fine. But now--I feel like I at least have to try, even if I don't know it'll turn out alright.
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I guess I have to take your word on it.
[Call it progress-- he's gone from totally disbelieving the Force to thinking it's deeply unfair, more trouble than it's worth.]
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[ugh why is she so bad at these kinds of things]
How have you been?
[attempting small talk.]
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[sarcasm: it's what's for breakfast. It's also not very helpful, so he tries to soften a bit. The last time they'd really spoken was about his death, he could use to be a bit more supportive of her, right?]
Really, I'm all right. What about you?
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[a beat. she hasn't really talked to anyone about her time on the slavers' outpost, and she isn't sure han is the one to do so with.]
I'm fine.
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[He doesn't exactly want to ask, but he's not sure he trusts that fine.]
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[He can't help it, he has to ask.]
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[she wants to answer, but she can't bring herself to. she's too humiliated]
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She's being cagey, but he's not ready to drop it.]
They got a lot of people.
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I was careless.
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[If only because she's too careful to be careless.]
Careless had nothing to do with it.
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What do you think you could've done different?
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[because he's right, it wasn't her fault. she couldn't have prevented it. not at her current ability level.]
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[That's the important part here.]
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[but someone did come back for her. that's all she's wanted her whole life, even if she won't admit it.]
They could've been taken, too.
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[It's a genuine question. Knowing her even a little he'd bet his last credit she'd have gone after.]
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That's what I was doing when I got caught.
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[Running off to rescue people, risking their lives. Yeah, he's not shocked.]
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And here he was thinking about Luke.]
Everyone from the ship made it back, far as I know, and some other people, too. I think we did all right.
[Focusing on the practical reality is a lot easier than dealing with accusations of being a good influence.]
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Yeah. This time.
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Yeah.
So keep it up.
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Except without the getting captured part, right?
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