He wants to be a person who can hear that the First Order really has no presence here without automatically attaching a yet to the end. Without the unbidden thought that the First Order will eventually be everywhere, a belief he was told to have for as long as he can remember. He wants Rey to say they can breathe easy and for it to get easier to breathe, because he trusts her, because she's smart and she's strong and she's good and she'd know even a little more about what to look for than some random orientation assistant. If she thought they were here, she'd say so, and she has more than enough reason to be keeping a wary eye out. She would know.
In so many ways, this is exactly what he'd wanted, what he'd let himself hope for for a while. Distance. Distance from the First Order, and Rey here with him, on some small moon in some far-off reach of the universe with greenness and life to spare. It's a shame nothing about how it happened turned out to be good.
That there are some things he'll carry with him regardless of the distance he gets. ]
For now, anyway. As long as it lasts. [ The words aren't bitter. If anything, they're determined.
Finn wants to have the hope that rises in his chest on hearing those words without feeling it sink into a bog of long-internalized dread. Even just once, for a few seconds. Even if he has to reach down into himself and pull that hope up before it drowns.
For as long as they all have before something goes wrong, he'd like them to breathe easy. ]
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[ Finn's face softens.
He wants to believe that.
He wants to be a person who can hear that the First Order really has no presence here without automatically attaching a yet to the end. Without the unbidden thought that the First Order will eventually be everywhere, a belief he was told to have for as long as he can remember. He wants Rey to say they can breathe easy and for it to get easier to breathe, because he trusts her, because she's smart and she's strong and she's good and she'd know even a little more about what to look for than some random orientation assistant. If she thought they were here, she'd say so, and she has more than enough reason to be keeping a wary eye out. She would know.
In so many ways, this is exactly what he'd wanted, what he'd let himself hope for for a while. Distance. Distance from the First Order, and Rey here with him, on some small moon in some far-off reach of the universe with greenness and life to spare. It's a shame nothing about how it happened turned out to be good.
That there are some things he'll carry with him regardless of the distance he gets. ]
For now, anyway. As long as it lasts. [ The words aren't bitter. If anything, they're determined.
Finn wants to have the hope that rises in his chest on hearing those words without feeling it sink into a bog of long-internalized dread. Even just once, for a few seconds. Even if he has to reach down into himself and pull that hope up before it drowns.
For as long as they all have before something goes wrong, he'd like them to breathe easy. ]