[ A firm 2% of Finn's brain is thinking something like, maybe he should have never gone in for an exploration team for this. Maybe everyone should have stayed in the tent city handing out supplies. Because there are more than a few days in the running for being the worst in his memory, but he's already well on his way towards putting this one as a top contender.
This one hurts in all the ways he doesn't know how to stop. It's going to the trouble of airing things out that he broadly prefers to just not think about at all, if he can help it. He doesn't much appreciate that. He'd rather have Phasma stroll out of the woods and try to beat him to death with a tree branch.
Some of the aliens duck out of sight when Roy spots them. Not vanishing as much as hiding, shrinking away. And maybe Finn doesn't much care for seeing that all over again, but he can't exactly blame them. ]
No. [ Well. Maybe not where he can leave it, in good conscience. ] Yeah. I mean yeah. They're mine. Technically. They're just not--
[ He swallows. That hurts, too. ]
They weren't with me. Before. Kind of complicated.
[ The last bit, he's pretty sure, might actually be a lie. He could explain it in two sentences, probably, if he really tried. The only complicated part is what led into everything and his own personal emotional landscape.
Calm and collected who? Neither of these men have ever known the term. ]
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This one hurts in all the ways he doesn't know how to stop. It's going to the trouble of airing things out that he broadly prefers to just not think about at all, if he can help it. He doesn't much appreciate that. He'd rather have Phasma stroll out of the woods and try to beat him to death with a tree branch.
Some of the aliens duck out of sight when Roy spots them. Not vanishing as much as hiding, shrinking away. And maybe Finn doesn't much care for seeing that all over again, but he can't exactly blame them. ]
No. [ Well. Maybe not where he can leave it, in good conscience. ] Yeah. I mean yeah. They're mine. Technically. They're just not--
[ He swallows. That hurts, too. ]
They weren't with me. Before. Kind of complicated.
[ The last bit, he's pretty sure, might actually be a lie. He could explain it in two sentences, probably, if he really tried. The only complicated part is what led into everything and his own personal emotional landscape.
Calm and collected who? Neither of these men have ever known the term. ]