[ It stretches out. It stretches into gratitude and guilt, from guilt back into grief. ]
We could be stuck here, Finn. We could be stuck, forever.
[ A wave of exhaustion he's been keeping ahead of for the better part of a month washes through him, carried by the image of his mom's ship, rusting quietly in the jungle. Is she somewhere out there on the Capital World? Is she alive, is she dead, was she never here at all?
This is the first time he's voiced a possibility that's haunted him from the moment he recognized the A-wing's scuffed red paint. It had been there long enough to start to come to pieces.
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We could be stuck here, Finn. We could be stuck, forever.
[ A wave of exhaustion he's been keeping ahead of for the better part of a month washes through him, carried by the image of his mom's ship, rusting quietly in the jungle. Is she somewhere out there on the Capital World? Is she alive, is she dead, was she never here at all?
This is the first time he's voiced a possibility that's haunted him from the moment he recognized the A-wing's scuffed red paint. It had been there long enough to start to come to pieces.
What if they never get to go home? ]