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ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [community profile] literaldumpsterfire 2018-05-24 05:46 am (UTC)

[ She debates releasing him, but... He doesn't look balanced or sturdy, teetering like a newborn, and she would rather not mop his blood from the ramp they're descending slowly but surely.

Compared to the interior of the Falcon, Ahch-To's sun sears into her eyeballs so brightly that she has to squint as the crest the next small hill. And that's when she sees it, rebuilt anew brick by brick — the same hut that had absorbed the impact of Luke Skywalker's ire. The deja vu is so vivid that she has to pause, ignoring the gawping of the island's protectors.

Predictably, they don't seem too enthused about her return. After a pointed staring session, accusatory in its own right, they scatter and disperse to continue on with their work. Rey, similarly, tears her curious gaze away and ducks into the hut. The interior is much the same as she'd left it; a fire pit rests in the center of the room, joined by a nearly identical bundle of blankets sitting in one corner to create a makeshift cot. Until she has the energy to find the materials to build another, it will have to do.

Leaning forward, she sets him down on top of the blankets with a heaving sigh.
]

You can have the cot. I'll take the floor for now.

[ She's slept in worse places, after all, and curled on the floor of a hut is one of the least egregious. ]

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