[ he supposes she technically sits, even if that is just continuing to set him on edge. he doesn't know how to comfort her. he doesn't know what's wrong. ]
[ his mouth opens when she speaks again, they destroy the death star. it echoes in his head against how desperate her voice sounds, telling him there is more to come - but they did it and he hones in on that for a moment. the plans were received, they were used, and scarif was not a waste. ]
[ something rushes over him that he can't place - elation? surprise? relief? nerves? - and he's glad she made him sit down. as it is, he already has to rest his hands on the bed to keep himself upright and he's already sitting. ]
It worked? [ she just told him it did, but it's like he can't quite believe it. ] It worked.
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[ his mouth opens when she speaks again, they destroy the death star. it echoes in his head against how desperate her voice sounds, telling him there is more to come - but they did it and he hones in on that for a moment. the plans were received, they were used, and scarif was not a waste. ]
[ something rushes over him that he can't place - elation? surprise? relief? nerves? - and he's glad she made him sit down. as it is, he already has to rest his hands on the bed to keep himself upright and he's already sitting. ]
It worked? [ she just told him it did, but it's like he can't quite believe it. ] It worked.
[ holy shit it worked. ]