[ her plan to remind him of how much pain she just caused him pans out. just the attention makes his heart skip a beat (in the bad way), an ache that had barely subsided coming back. ]
I don't think we have the same idea about fun.
[ he snaps back with the only thing he knows how to say. and that's all there is. his brain can't manage a reply to the next thing, with both her breath and her words sending a shiver down his spine. this was bad. he didn't want to think about what was going to come after getting inside his mind. he didn't even want to be inside his mind right now.
he struggles against the troopers in his sad limp way before being taken to interrogation. at that point, it doesn't matter whether or not the stunning wore off, since he's busy wallowing. that objective of her plan is complete. but not even for himself, not really. as always, his mind turns towards the resistance. the resistance and bb-8. all those things he couldn't save. ]
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I don't think we have the same idea about fun.
[ he snaps back with the only thing he knows how to say. and that's all there is. his brain can't manage a reply to the next thing, with both her breath and her words sending a shiver down his spine. this was bad. he didn't want to think about what was going to come after getting inside his mind. he didn't even want to be inside his mind right now.
he struggles against the troopers in his sad limp way before being taken to interrogation. at that point, it doesn't matter whether or not the stunning wore off, since he's busy wallowing. that objective of her plan is complete. but not even for himself, not really. as always, his mind turns towards the resistance. the resistance and bb-8. all those things he couldn't save. ]