[he watches her drop the beacon and shut off her lightsaber, but his hands stay as clenched fists at his sides. not reaching for his blaster (after all, he knew it would be useless. he's not that dumb. and he didn't want to fight her, anyway.) he wanted to trust her, but on some level he knew better. some kind of animal instinct.]
Call off the stormtroopers first.
[he couldn't just think of what was directly in front of him, he had to think of the people around him. dying. he'd gotten slightly better at that.]
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Call off the stormtroopers first.
[he couldn't just think of what was directly in front of him, he had to think of the people around him. dying. he'd gotten slightly better at that.]