[ i wish cotton, ancient guide, would answer his cohort. maybe someday he'll awaken when he sees a bold enough strategy.
poe wants to get to know him. it doesn't sound fake. maybe kinda like a road to disappointment. finn can't hold it against him, though, that's the kind of thing people presumably Do In Real Life. they get to know each other. he's been sitting here getting to know poe literally this very day.
it's the way poe goes out of his way to say he doesn't have to that makes him willing to answer. he could say no if he wanted and it would matter that he did. some tiny part of him latches onto that concept every time it can, like metal shavings to a magnet. ]
A real stormtrooper is the extension of the Supreme Leader's will, [ he says by rote, bc god knows he's a little fresh off that metaphorical train rn. ] Nothing less.
[ nothing more, part of him says. ]
We have teams. Units. Orders to follow, duty rotations. No personal loyalties. Not that we should want any. [ or need them, or whatever. and then he hesitates. because it's hard to get the words out and make himself admit it, even though it's true, but he still feels like he wants to try. ]
I had a team. Before. Sometimes I would think of them as-- [ okay yeah, that's harder than he thought. he doesn't think he's ever said it out loud. that he thought of them as friends. nines and zeroes. and slip. finn shakes his head, keeps his eyes forward. ]
They weren't. We weren't.
[ maybe that's where he started going wrong. maybe that's the thing that sparked until the mining colony made it flare, until he spiraled out and around and into this somehow. ]
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poe wants to get to know him. it doesn't sound fake. maybe kinda like a road to disappointment. finn can't hold it against him, though, that's the kind of thing people presumably Do In Real Life. they get to know each other. he's been sitting here getting to know poe literally this very day.
it's the way poe goes out of his way to say he doesn't have to that makes him willing to answer. he could say no if he wanted and it would matter that he did. some tiny part of him latches onto that concept every time it can, like metal shavings to a magnet. ]
A real stormtrooper is the extension of the Supreme Leader's will, [ he says by rote, bc god knows he's a little fresh off that metaphorical train rn. ] Nothing less.
[ nothing more, part of him says. ]
We have teams. Units. Orders to follow, duty rotations. No personal loyalties. Not that we should want any. [ or need them, or whatever. and then he hesitates. because it's hard to get the words out and make himself admit it, even though it's true, but he still feels like he wants to try. ]
I had a team. Before. Sometimes I would think of them as-- [ okay yeah, that's harder than he thought. he doesn't think he's ever said it out loud. that he thought of them as friends. nines and zeroes. and slip. finn shakes his head, keeps his eyes forward. ]
They weren't. We weren't.
[ maybe that's where he started going wrong. maybe that's the thing that sparked until the mining colony made it flare, until he spiraled out and around and into this somehow. ]