[It is strikingly clear to him. She does not ask for the truth, for she does not perceive a reality in which they are both adrift and uninformed, despite the evidence he's provided at least twice over in reeling from her sharply delivered revelations. She speaks to him as though he were an ancient, slumbering deity. A long-lived creature only recently risen on sacred ground— hoarding secrets that might somehow save her, if only he would share them.
She does not see that he is only a warrior. A tactician. An outsider, sent by the Ascendancy to serve in exile, alone.
Knowing this, he does not tell her the truth.]
Yes. [His accent drawing that singular word out into a lengthy breath.] And so you must listen to me now, Rey.
To come from nothing, is not to be nothing. It is not to have nothing.
no subject
She does not see that he is only a warrior. A tactician. An outsider, sent by the Ascendancy to serve in exile, alone.
Knowing this, he does not tell her the truth.]
Yes. [His accent drawing that singular word out into a lengthy breath.] And so you must listen to me now, Rey.
To come from nothing, is not to be nothing. It is not to have nothing.