Rey, I know the truth. About your past, about who your parents were. You told me. Or... you will tell me. I'm not sure how much of it aligns with what you remember, but who you are has nothing to do with this.
I care about you. [ he almost types something else and then backspaces at the last second. ] I always will. But what you're doing, what you're choosing to do, I can't support that. I'm sorry.
[ it's as close as he can get to admitting right now that he's from a certain point in their lives. he's already had doubts over whether he should have told her anything about what transpired from when she — the other rey, still her in a sense — had been here before. still questioning whether it was even the right thing to do. to fill her head with thoughts about a life she'd technically never lived herself. it's like he'd told her — he hadn't wanted to be unfair to her, make her feel any kind of weight of expectation pressing down on her. like she had to fit herself into the situation they'd all had before.
he hasn't talked to poe much about it, but he knows he's hurting too — just more quietly, shoving it down and trying not to think about it much rather than expressing anything out loud.
but it's hard. it's hard for finn to sit here, holding onto the last memory he has from home, the three of them clutching onto each other, the heat of tears pinpricking in his vision, and weighing it against... this. ]
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Rey, I know the truth. About your past, about who your parents were. You told me. Or... you will tell me. I'm not sure how much of it aligns with what you remember, but who you are has nothing to do with this.
I care about you. [ he almost types something else and then backspaces at the last second. ] I always will. But what you're doing, what you're choosing to do, I can't support that. I'm sorry.
[ it's as close as he can get to admitting right now that he's from a certain point in their lives. he's already had doubts over whether he should have told her anything about what transpired from when she — the other rey, still her in a sense — had been here before. still questioning whether it was even the right thing to do. to fill her head with thoughts about a life she'd technically never lived herself. it's like he'd told her — he hadn't wanted to be unfair to her, make her feel any kind of weight of expectation pressing down on her. like she had to fit herself into the situation they'd all had before.
he hasn't talked to poe much about it, but he knows he's hurting too — just more quietly, shoving it down and trying not to think about it much rather than expressing anything out loud.
but it's hard. it's hard for finn to sit here, holding onto the last memory he has from home, the three of them clutching onto each other, the heat of tears pinpricking in his vision, and weighing it against... this. ]