[ he can't stop the scowl that crosses his face as she speaks. at everything she says, in general. her wording still makes him feel more like an animal than a person. (and he still doesn't like the idea of encountering anyone else, even if it would beat just staring at the ceiling waiting for the next meal. he already knows how most of the first order officers see him at this point. having it confirmed for them makes his stomach twist.)
"new room" doesn't make him feel any better, either. that said, he doesn't actually argue while starting to take off his clothes. he knows it's part of his wall being whittled down, but fighting has been exhausting. ]
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"new room" doesn't make him feel any better, either. that said, he doesn't actually argue while starting to take off his clothes. he knows it's part of his wall being whittled down, but fighting has been exhausting. ]
What are you making me do now?