[ It lilts from her like a lament, soft but mournful. This piece of herself, she's lost in this world, the similarity between herself and Ben taken by a whim. There is no reason to believe, with it gone, he should have any vested interest in tying himself to her.
Nothing that draws them together, places them on even ground.
Rey's fingers grip tight around its edges before they loosen, slipping her hand from his to settle the heavy book in his own, coaxing his fingers to curl around it protectively and insistently. ]
You'll get more use out of it than I would.
[ It's just a paperweight, after all, in the wrong hands. ]
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[ It lilts from her like a lament, soft but mournful. This piece of herself, she's lost in this world, the similarity between herself and Ben taken by a whim. There is no reason to believe, with it gone, he should have any vested interest in tying himself to her.
Nothing that draws them together, places them on even ground.
Rey's fingers grip tight around its edges before they loosen, slipping her hand from his to settle the heavy book in his own, coaxing his fingers to curl around it protectively and insistently. ]
You'll get more use out of it than I would.
[ It's just a paperweight, after all, in the wrong hands. ]