So much so that when the word leaves his mouth, she stumbles back a few steps - regathers herself as best she can, fingers twitching for the trigger that doesn't exist as they hang loosely by her sides. She resorts to pacing - a few steps back and forth - seemingly forgotten about the nervous man only a few feet away, now arguing with herself and what appears to be, to an outsider, a voice only she can hear.
"How do I know if I can trust him?" You don't. "But why? He doesn't feel like a threat." Very few things feel and appear what they really are. What if he's a spy? "And what if he isn't?" What if he's working for The Man in White? He's from the Empire, isn't he? "He said he defected." And you believe him? "Yes, I do." If you go with him, you're going to get yourself killed. "I'll deal with it."
Abruptly, she turns back towards him, lessens the space between them. Gestures vaguely towards him and wherever he might lead her.
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So much so that when the word leaves his mouth, she stumbles back a few steps - regathers herself as best she can, fingers twitching for the trigger that doesn't exist as they hang loosely by her sides. She resorts to pacing - a few steps back and forth - seemingly forgotten about the nervous man only a few feet away, now arguing with herself and what appears to be, to an outsider, a voice only she can hear.
"How do I know if I can trust him?"
You don't.
"But why? He doesn't feel like a threat."
Very few things feel and appear what they really are. What if he's a spy?
"And what if he isn't?"
What if he's working for The Man in White? He's from the Empire, isn't he?
"He said he defected."
And you believe him?
"Yes, I do."
If you go with him, you're going to get yourself killed.
"I'll deal with it."
Abruptly, she turns back towards him, lessens the space between them. Gestures vaguely towards him and wherever he might lead her.
"Help me, then."