[ his confusion takes a hard left turn into anger. surprisingly, he doesn't like being talked down to like a child. but he also ... doesn't have any better ideas.
being left alone, unrestrained, he tries to release his pent-up anger in one of his favorite ways: trashing inanimate objects. but given that there's not really anything to trash, he settles for violently kicking the interrogation rack a few times before settling back down into wallowing. and trying to clean more blood off his face.
at least he saved bb-8. he could hold on to that. hope as fragile as a dandelion in a dust storm. but it meant something that he had it at all. ]
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being left alone, unrestrained, he tries to release his pent-up anger in one of his favorite ways: trashing inanimate objects. but given that there's not really anything to trash, he settles for violently kicking the interrogation rack a few times before settling back down into wallowing. and trying to clean more blood off his face.
at least he saved bb-8. he could hold on to that. hope as fragile as a dandelion in a dust storm. but it meant something that he had it at all. ]