[ Why does everyone who matters have problems with running away? Why do people not see basic sense? Why is there always some sentiment out there about banding together and fighting? What's wrong with running away in the desperate hope that you might run far enough to get to die free?
Rebels, he figures in a sort of helpless wonder, maybe missing some of the finer details of what Poe says in favor of absorbing the tone. That's the whole point with rebels, people who call themselves the Resistance, people like Rey who can save up their hope and decide that standing with it means something, that's what they do. Is that just what they think other people do, too? Is that how people think?
Part of his mind says if you could have followed orders, you wouldn't have to think about any of this at all-- makes everything inside Finn twist sharply, pull overwhelmingly against the thought. Makes him so badly want to step back and away from himself in that moment that stillness breaks over him like a wave.
Is that how people think?
That's not even how he thinks. That's not something he thinks.
He looks down at the bag in his hands like he's just realizing he's got it, breaths coming in short bursts. It feels like half of them aren't getting anywhere, but by that line of thought, half of them still must be. ]
I'm calm.
[ That's generally untrue even on a good day and he knows it. Have to get there somehow, though. ]
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Rebels, he figures in a sort of helpless wonder, maybe missing some of the finer details of what Poe says in favor of absorbing the tone. That's the whole point with rebels, people who call themselves the Resistance, people like Rey who can save up their hope and decide that standing with it means something, that's what they do. Is that just what they think other people do, too? Is that how people think?
Part of his mind says if you could have followed orders, you wouldn't have to think about any of this at all-- makes everything inside Finn twist sharply, pull overwhelmingly against the thought. Makes him so badly want to step back and away from himself in that moment that stillness breaks over him like a wave.
Is that how people think?
That's not even how he thinks. That's not something he thinks.
He looks down at the bag in his hands like he's just realizing he's got it, breaths coming in short bursts. It feels like half of them aren't getting anywhere, but by that line of thought, half of them still must be. ]
I'm calm.
[ That's generally untrue even on a good day and he knows it. Have to get there somehow, though. ]
I'm calm, it's fine, I'm calm.