[Anila is silent for a bit. It's one thing to speak in hypotheticals and vague platitudes, but getting specific like this? That's a little trickier.
That flicker of anger had her frowning. She had been drilled of the danger of anger. It wasn't the same for someone who wasn't atuned to the Force like she and other Jedi were. But it could still be dangerous all the same.
But he has all the right to be angry. Even if she didn't know all the details, even if she didn't understand, not completely. How could she when their lives were so different?]
Your life is hard and the choices you keep getting given suck. It's not fair. Especially when it doesn't really seem to be a choice at all. You shouldn't have to do things at the sake of so many others just because you were in the right place at the right time.
[Nothing was ever fair, but that wasn't the point here. He didn't need to hear that. He likely already knew. What he needed was to be seen. To be acknowledged. Anila didn't have the answers. But she had herself and she would be here as long as he needed.
Shifting so that she was sitting a little more comfortably next to him-- close but not too close-- she pulls a knee up to her chest and finally pulls her hand from his back to fiddle with the beads at the side of her head.
There is a lot to be said, but if she's being honest, she isn't sure how to counter a lot of his points.
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[Anila is silent for a bit. It's one thing to speak in hypotheticals and vague platitudes, but getting specific like this? That's a little trickier.
That flicker of anger had her frowning. She had been drilled of the danger of anger. It wasn't the same for someone who wasn't atuned to the Force like she and other Jedi were. But it could still be dangerous all the same.
But he has all the right to be angry. Even if she didn't know all the details, even if she didn't understand, not completely. How could she when their lives were so different?]
Your life is hard and the choices you keep getting given suck. It's not fair. Especially when it doesn't really seem to be a choice at all. You shouldn't have to do things at the sake of so many others just because you were in the right place at the right time.
[Nothing was ever fair, but that wasn't the point here. He didn't need to hear that. He likely already knew. What he needed was to be seen. To be acknowledged. Anila didn't have the answers. But she had herself and she would be here as long as he needed.
Shifting so that she was sitting a little more comfortably next to him-- close but not too close-- she pulls a knee up to her chest and finally pulls her hand from his back to fiddle with the beads at the side of her head.
There is a lot to be said, but if she's being honest, she isn't sure how to counter a lot of his points.
So instead, she asks a question.]
If you could get rid of the gauntlets, would you?