There's bite in the way he snaps back at her, and though Rey's instinct is to bristle with the wound it leaves, she can't say that she doesn't deserve it; feeling sorry for herself in this position rather misses the point of what she had done. She has no right to it. Still, there's a definite look of surprise and injury that flickers through her eyes before it's replaced by steely resolve and acceptance of the message he insists upon her.
He's right, of course. They don't have to act within the confines of ALASTAIR. But to lose her measure of her own judgment and to doubt ALASTAIR's intentions all at once takes a lot of the wind out of her sails, left her on unsteady ground, adrift and unanchored. It doesn't feel like anything is certain right now.
But Keith seems certain, so she clings to that.
"You're right. We need to tell them what we've found: warn them about the Deemers, and about ALASTAIR's history with the Taraxa. They deserve to know who they're working for, and how to handle the Deemers." She swallows thickly, thinking about her own mistake, about the fact that telling anyone will mean admitting she killed an innocent man possessed.
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He's right, of course. They don't have to act within the confines of ALASTAIR. But to lose her measure of her own judgment and to doubt ALASTAIR's intentions all at once takes a lot of the wind out of her sails, left her on unsteady ground, adrift and unanchored. It doesn't feel like anything is certain right now.
But Keith seems certain, so she clings to that.
"You're right. We need to tell them what we've found: warn them about the Deemers, and about ALASTAIR's history with the Taraxa. They deserve to know who they're working for, and how to handle the Deemers." She swallows thickly, thinking about her own mistake, about the fact that telling anyone will mean admitting she killed an innocent man possessed.