[ He gets up, taking her other hand in his. ] I’m not brushing it off—I’m not trying to brush it off.
[ God, he’s tired. He looks down at Karen’s hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles. ] It’s just. We’re at war. This is life. We don’t have a choice. It has to be okay.
[ We, always we, without a second thought. He still feels like a stranger on this moon, even though there are people who know his routines. There's a bar with a stool that stays unoccupied for him in the evenings. There's a grocery store where one particular clerk sees him coming and points out the freshest fruit. He knows people, he's made friends, and still.
Still, he feels like he's waiting for an order to come in. He's waiting for the sound of TIE fighters screaming over the city. He's waiting for everyone else to realize the fight is still out there, the fight is going to find them, they need to be ready.
Sometimes he only feels sane around Finn and Rey. ]
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[ God, he’s tired. He looks down at Karen’s hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles. ] It’s just. We’re at war. This is life. We don’t have a choice. It has to be okay.
[ We, always we, without a second thought. He still feels like a stranger on this moon, even though there are people who know his routines. There's a bar with a stool that stays unoccupied for him in the evenings. There's a grocery store where one particular clerk sees him coming and points out the freshest fruit. He knows people, he's made friends, and still.
Still, he feels like he's waiting for an order to come in. He's waiting for the sound of TIE fighters screaming over the city. He's waiting for everyone else to realize the fight is still out there, the fight is going to find them, they need to be ready.
Sometimes he only feels sane around Finn and Rey. ]
We're at war.