[ Kylo somehow relaxes without moving, his attention slackening. He breathes out. ] There are acceptable and unacceptable losses. [ It sounds like a grave-voiced quotation. ] You're not an acceptable loss.
[ His head tips to the side. ] Will the plan work?
[She thinks of teasing him about that first part, about turning the teasing into something flirtatious. For the first time in a long while, she doesn't. The idea of it doesn't sit well with her, when she feels he's being relatively open and honest. So she just gives him a tired smile instead.]
I hope that it will. But I'm afraid that it won't be enough. That we'll have to fight.
[Her voice is soft, almost distant sounding as she allows her fear and anxiety to slip through the mask of bubbly energy she usually wears. She's terrified of letting everyone down, of not doing enough and her mistakes causing everyone to die. That fear is what's keeping her up tonight, and has her looking so exhausted.]
I'm asking you to go, and if something happens to you, that wouldn't be an acceptable loss either. Not to me.
[ Perhaps it's the late hour, the world blurred at the edges, but he allows himself to see his mother in the erosion responsibility works on her features. He allows himself to not resent her for it. ]
It will be easier to keep you safe if you share your doubts.
[ He has agreed. His sole condition has been met.
At her words, he looks briefly, almost pleasurably troubled, as though tasting something unfamiliar. He meets her eyes—longer than a moment, longer than is comfortable. ]
I'm capable of more than you're aware. [ He breathes, in and out. He's never had occasion to explain the Force. It's never been necessary. ] I know when people lie. Were we to capture—
[The idea of how useful that must be comes out on an excited breath, almost a gasp. It sounds like something the Doctor would say he can do, without any proof to back it up. She's the one doing the staring then, trying so hard to figure him out.]
How?
[It could be a simple matter of knowing body language. She can tell when someone's lying to her well enough based off that. Maybe it's the same for him.]
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[ His head tips to the side. ] Will the plan work?
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I hope that it will. But I'm afraid that it won't be enough. That we'll have to fight.
[Her voice is soft, almost distant sounding as she allows her fear and anxiety to slip through the mask of bubbly energy she usually wears. She's terrified of letting everyone down, of not doing enough and her mistakes causing everyone to die. That fear is what's keeping her up tonight, and has her looking so exhausted.]
I'm asking you to go, and if something happens to you, that wouldn't be an acceptable loss either. Not to me.
[Since clearly, he's agreed to it.]
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It will be easier to keep you safe if you share your doubts.
[ He has agreed. His sole condition has been met.
At her words, he looks briefly, almost pleasurably troubled, as though tasting something unfamiliar. He meets her eyes—longer than a moment, longer than is comfortable. ]
I'm capable of more than you're aware. [ He breathes, in and out. He's never had occasion to explain the Force. It's never been necessary. ] I know when people lie. Were we to capture—
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[The idea of how useful that must be comes out on an excited breath, almost a gasp. It sounds like something the Doctor would say he can do, without any proof to back it up. She's the one doing the staring then, trying so hard to figure him out.]
How?
[It could be a simple matter of knowing body language. She can tell when someone's lying to her well enough based off that. Maybe it's the same for him.]
Tell me, and I'll share all of my doubts.