[ But he's dead. She wonders if she should be disgusted that she feels no guilt in knowing that she had struck an unarmed man down — when his back had been turned, no less. It isn't an act she could ever come to regret, and she won't mourn for a man who had taken countless lives and tormented the galaxy, but — maybe she's a monster for having enjoyed giving Hux his comeuppance.
Ben's relief is a balm to her moral quandary, drags her forcefully out of her self-loathing and allows her to examine the good it's done. Right or wrong, it's brought Ben his own form of peace. She can live with that, even if it means coping with the cold, hard truth of how she had leaned into the darkness and allowed it to drive her. ]
I —
[ Whatever she had hoped to say, it's drowned out by the indignant ruckus the Lanai are creating. She withdraws from Ben to their judgmental stares and frantic pointing at the roiling thunder clouds above, just a minute too late to brace herself against the sudden downpour. She sucks in a sharp breath between her teeth as the first droplets hit the bare skin of her cheek, frigid and unforgiving, and unrolls the blanket across their laps in order to raise it above them.
As a shield, it doesn't absorb most of the impact. Rain trickles through the openings the holes in it have created, soaking her to the bone as she leaps to her feet and makes a grab for her rucksack. With her bag in one hand and Ben's wrist in the other, she begins to drag him into the hut at breakneck speed, though she still looks like she's been dropped into the ocean when she gets them to the safety of the indoors and starts trying to futilely wring water from the hem of her top. ]
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Ben's relief is a balm to her moral quandary, drags her forcefully out of her self-loathing and allows her to examine the good it's done. Right or wrong, it's brought Ben his own form of peace. She can live with that, even if it means coping with the cold, hard truth of how she had leaned into the darkness and allowed it to drive her. ]
I —
[ Whatever she had hoped to say, it's drowned out by the indignant ruckus the Lanai are creating. She withdraws from Ben to their judgmental stares and frantic pointing at the roiling thunder clouds above, just a minute too late to brace herself against the sudden downpour. She sucks in a sharp breath between her teeth as the first droplets hit the bare skin of her cheek, frigid and unforgiving, and unrolls the blanket across their laps in order to raise it above them.
As a shield, it doesn't absorb most of the impact. Rain trickles through the openings the holes in it have created, soaking her to the bone as she leaps to her feet and makes a grab for her rucksack. With her bag in one hand and Ben's wrist in the other, she begins to drag him into the hut at breakneck speed, though she still looks like she's been dropped into the ocean when she gets them to the safety of the indoors and starts trying to futilely wring water from the hem of her top. ]