[ he doesn't know why he straightens up and tries to act like nothing had been happening in this room when the officer comes through the door. still trying to hang on to whatever shredded ribbons he has left of his dignity, even with the bruises blooming at his neck.
stars if it isn't frustrating, though, being treated like some kind of pet around first order officers. a non-person. like he's not even here in this room.
his mind does its (usual, at this point) treading water. no way to get out of here. no way to lash out at her. he tries to listen to the two of them talk about republic loyalists, like it might be something of interest to him, but he can't focus. the panic and lightheadedness make for a bad combo.
that's when his eye fall on it. the lightsaber. it was out of his reach with her on top of him, but she'd forgotten about it while straightening herself up. and now she's distracted. now, maybe...
he tries to be extra subtle about shifting towards it, to grab it. it's wild that he's here thinking he can get this past a force user, but his critical thinking skills have seen better days, as previously noted. ]
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stars if it isn't frustrating, though, being treated like some kind of pet around first order officers. a non-person. like he's not even here in this room.
his mind does its (usual, at this point) treading water. no way to get out of here. no way to lash out at her. he tries to listen to the two of them talk about republic loyalists, like it might be something of interest to him, but he can't focus. the panic and lightheadedness make for a bad combo.
that's when his eye fall on it. the lightsaber. it was out of his reach with her on top of him, but she'd forgotten about it while straightening herself up. and now she's distracted. now, maybe...
he tries to be extra subtle about shifting towards it, to grab it. it's wild that he's here thinking he can get this past a force user, but his critical thinking skills have seen better days, as previously noted. ]