[It is a far cry from how they last saw each other in the snow. This is a perfect moment to kill her, and yet, he offers her his hand instead. Maybe there is still some hope...some fragments of Ben Solo in him.
And why...does she like that smile on his face? Because it's something different? Something that's lighter and not filled with pain?
Her eyes look to his gloved hand, and she found herself reaching for it. Clasping his hand in her own. He manages to help her up in the snow, and once on her feet, she slowly pulls her hand back to reach into her pocket to take out her gloves.]
..Next time I'll wear my gloves and..who knows, maybe I'll best you.
[A bit teasing there because this...this is new. No fighting, no shouting...just talking.]
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And why...does she like that smile on his face? Because it's something different? Something that's lighter and not filled with pain?
Her eyes look to his gloved hand, and she found herself reaching for it. Clasping his hand in her own. He manages to help her up in the snow, and once on her feet, she slowly pulls her hand back to reach into her pocket to take out her gloves.]
..Next time I'll wear my gloves and..who knows, maybe I'll best you.
[A bit teasing there because this...this is new. No fighting, no shouting...just talking.]