That's a lie. FN-2187 knows exactly what he means, and he hates that. He hates that people ask him questions like there's no right or wrong answer. He hates Finn. He hates that the First Order really isn't here. People don't even recognize it. If the First Order was here, there would be stormtroopers in the streets. Things would be recognizable. Not messy. Not everything at once.
He hates that Poe is nice even though there's no reason for it, he hates that he'd offer to go looking for what he knows isn't there. He hates that he doesn't know why Poe is even offering.
Hating things is turning out to feel a lot more like being sad about them. ]
What happens after that?
[ Because there would be an after. Because there's no induct camp waiting to take him back, and there's no space port that knows where the nearest one is. He's not dumb. He was out there before. He tried. Not hard enough to make it happen, he doesn't know if there was something he was supposed to do to make it happen. FN-2187 does squeeze his eyes shut for a few seconds, hoping it helps him steel himself. Feel less... like this. He swallows. ]
If I got sent here on purpose, would you be allowed to tell me?
[ Sometimes you have to ask around a question to ask a question.
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That's a lie. FN-2187 knows exactly what he means, and he hates that. He hates that people ask him questions like there's no right or wrong answer. He hates Finn. He hates that the First Order really isn't here. People don't even recognize it. If the First Order was here, there would be stormtroopers in the streets. Things would be recognizable. Not messy. Not everything at once.
He hates that Poe is nice even though there's no reason for it, he hates that he'd offer to go looking for what he knows isn't there. He hates that he doesn't know why Poe is even offering.
Hating things is turning out to feel a lot more like being sad about them. ]
What happens after that?
[ Because there would be an after. Because there's no induct camp waiting to take him back, and there's no space port that knows where the nearest one is. He's not dumb. He was out there before. He tried. Not hard enough to make it happen, he doesn't know if there was something he was supposed to do to make it happen. FN-2187 does squeeze his eyes shut for a few seconds, hoping it helps him steel himself. Feel less... like this. He swallows. ]
If I got sent here on purpose, would you be allowed to tell me?
[ Sometimes you have to ask around a question to ask a question.
He learned that fast. ]