[ well there goes that name again. he looks at poe like he's been personally and deeply offended, or he tries to. he maybe just looks scared, in reality. like he regrets that he's already as far back as he can get.

if he answers to that name, something will happen. if he thinks about what he might have done to get assigned to reconditioning, if he lets himself think that this person's story could hold water, admits that he feels like he trusts it, if he puts a toe out of line-- the first order knows about everything. eventually. he knows that and he doesn't question it. it won't be good.

"you want to stay here?"

his first thought is no, clear and simple and traitorous. he wants to be anywhere but this room. but it's not about wanting. and it's not fair for someone to do this, to walk in here and talk like that, like they're both real people with choices.

what he wants is to be where he belongs, doing what he's supposed to be doing. and he's with the first order, but he still thinks it in spite of himself sometimes, half-asleep and feeling like crying. he's here and it's not the same as it was, and it hurts when it shouldn't. he's here and there's something wrong with him and he brought it on himself. ]

I'm here because I'm supposed to be. [ hell yeah you sound real convinced. he can't do reconditioning again. he can't. he can't just go, can't just want to go. his face does something complicated. before he can think better of it, he says: ]

Look, I don't wanna hurt you. Okay? If you get out fast enough and walk like you have a job, no one will stop you. I'll say you went the other way. But whoever you think I am--

[ he's not.

>i cant get in trouble again this is a shitty trap
>immediately offer rando intruder help not getting caught and arrested
>??? this still hurts and also he hates himself??? he can't win wtf ]