What the hell-? [ He would throw this lightsaber off a cliff in exchange for a blaster. A couple of good grenades. Sorry, Skywalkers, better to pick things off from a distance than it is to figure out the logistics on this.
It'll be fine. It'll be fine.
It probably won't be. Hard to mistake the feeling of being boxed in. She's not someone he plans on saying that to. Not when she sounds like that.
Finn reaches for her arm, tries to pull her in closer. It's a moot point trying to stand in front of her when they're covered on all sides. But, consider: he does what he wants and doesn't often think about the mootness of points when he's decided on it. ]
We can try to make a break for it. You've got distance, I've got close-quarters. Plenty of cover.
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It'll be fine. It'll be fine.
It probably won't be. Hard to mistake the feeling of being boxed in. She's not someone he plans on saying that to. Not when she sounds like that.
Finn reaches for her arm, tries to pull her in closer. It's a moot point trying to stand in front of her when they're covered on all sides. But, consider: he does what he wants and doesn't often think about the mootness of points when he's decided on it. ]
We can try to make a break for it. You've got distance, I've got close-quarters. Plenty of cover.