[There it is at long last, a timeline of events all extending from a single, decisive point. He knows he's pressed too far the moment her expression protectively shifts, the harshness in his own posture dissipating with one apologetic exhale a few beats later. There were other options, other lines of questioning or persuasion he could have pursued were he only willing to wait—
But it has been days, weeks. And the more he stares into the heart of the conflict here, the more he finds his thoughts lingering on the galaxy he'd left behind. On all that he is committed to protecting, right down to the marrow of his bones and the breath in his lungs.
It is not too late.]
Forgive me.
[It's a reset. A means to bring himself back to the present, away from more instinctive tendencies. His stare falls away, eyes drifting shut.]
You wanted to know what I thought of the First Order.
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But it has been days, weeks. And the more he stares into the heart of the conflict here, the more he finds his thoughts lingering on the galaxy he'd left behind. On all that he is committed to protecting, right down to the marrow of his bones and the breath in his lungs.
It is not too late.]
Forgive me.
[It's a reset. A means to bring himself back to the present, away from more instinctive tendencies. His stare falls away, eyes drifting shut.]
You wanted to know what I thought of the First Order.