[ the praise is like her trying to gently touch his face in verbal form — it feels good, but his mind is screaming that it shouldn't. that it's wrong.
and then color drains from his face. now that bb-8 is, as far as he knows, safe, he has nothing to hide behind. not bb-8, not the resistance. just the worry (worry? fear) for himself and his own fate. he tries to shove it down, tries to stay angry instead. if he holds on to that emotion, it's enough of a livewire that he won't need anything else. ]
You won't break me.
[ that's all he says before he's carted off, unable to do anything besides glance back at kylo with indignation one last time. ]
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and then color drains from his face. now that bb-8 is, as far as he knows, safe, he has nothing to hide behind. not bb-8, not the resistance. just the worry (worry? fear) for himself and his own fate. he tries to shove it down, tries to stay angry instead. if he holds on to that emotion, it's enough of a livewire that he won't need anything else. ]
You won't break me.
[ that's all he says before he's carted off, unable to do anything besides glance back at kylo with indignation one last time. ]