[ Finn feels a sharp surge of fondness for Daenerys, with those words. She doesn't use the word freedom in any literal sense, but something in her tone, her words, in the hand on his arm-- it's a sentiment that he knows.
Something he's been threading through himself since the second he lowered his blaster on Jakku. Something hard to explain and more of a thing that just exists as a part of who he is. Who they are, maybe, because something in her reflects it back.
They have a choice. Not in being here, but in what they do while they are. There are options.
It makes the Quarantine feel less claustrophobic in concept. ]
You know what? I don't think there's anything I'd like to do more.
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Something he's been threading through himself since the second he lowered his blaster on Jakku. Something hard to explain and more of a thing that just exists as a part of who he is. Who they are, maybe, because something in her reflects it back.
They have a choice. Not in being here, but in what they do while they are. There are options.
It makes the Quarantine feel less claustrophobic in concept. ]
You know what? I don't think there's anything I'd like to do more.