[ Now is not the opportune time to remind him that he had forced her hand, that he had nearly wiped out the Resistance and her with it. Briefly, it skitters across her mind, but there's no resentment attached to the memory. It is what it is; even if she had believed, at the time, he truly wanted her gone — even if she had been unwilling to speak with him in the aftermath, waiting for him to come to her with his regret — she doesn't believe it now.
Too much has changed for them, and she has never felt bitter. Only disappointed, devastated, by his decisions. ]
I've always been here. [ Is what she tells him instead. It feels true. Regardless of how she had cut herself off from him, she hadn't disappeared. She had only been biding her time, hoping that light would prevail over the darkness calling to him. ] I was waiting for you to come back.
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Too much has changed for them, and she has never felt bitter. Only disappointed, devastated, by his decisions. ]
I've always been here. [ Is what she tells him instead. It feels true. Regardless of how she had cut herself off from him, she hadn't disappeared. She had only been biding her time, hoping that light would prevail over the darkness calling to him. ] I was waiting for you to come back.