[The large room is mostly empty as they come in, besides the small group on the far side of the room.
Finn doesn't want to be here, but he also doesn't want to leave. Foolishly, he's still clinging to the idea that, if he sticks around long enough, he'll figure out how to snap Rey out of all of this. He still thinks the Resistance will show up to save the day.
He doesn't know the war is already over, hasn't accepted that it already is.
He remembers when Rey went down to try and finish things, though. She'd promised to let Poe live; it was the one thing that Finn couldn't live with, if he died and left him to this task all by himself. Try as he might, he couldn't best Kylo Ren in combat, and he couldn't bring himself to try and hurt Rey, as if she would even let him.
So as he waits, he's given himself the one task that doesn't weight heavy on his conscious; he's teaching the younger troopers-in-training some self-defense.
A small group of kids stand opposite him, them with a makeshift practice blade, and him with a plastic shield to block. He lets them come at him, over and over, pushing aside their attacks with ease, yelling orders and attack as they do their best to follow along.
It's not wrong to teach a bunch of kids how to defend themselves, right?]
Come on! Again!
[He doesn't even hear them coming in or crossing the distance toward him.]
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Finn doesn't want to be here, but he also doesn't want to leave. Foolishly, he's still clinging to the idea that, if he sticks around long enough, he'll figure out how to snap Rey out of all of this. He still thinks the Resistance will show up to save the day.
He doesn't know the war is already over, hasn't accepted that it already is.
He remembers when Rey went down to try and finish things, though. She'd promised to let Poe live; it was the one thing that Finn couldn't live with, if he died and left him to this task all by himself. Try as he might, he couldn't best Kylo Ren in combat, and he couldn't bring himself to try and hurt Rey, as if she would even let him.
So as he waits, he's given himself the one task that doesn't weight heavy on his conscious; he's teaching the younger troopers-in-training some self-defense.
A small group of kids stand opposite him, them with a makeshift practice blade, and him with a plastic shield to block. He lets them come at him, over and over, pushing aside their attacks with ease, yelling orders and attack as they do their best to follow along.
It's not wrong to teach a bunch of kids how to defend themselves, right?]
Come on! Again!
[He doesn't even hear them coming in or crossing the distance toward him.]