She wishes she could read him in the Force, could read more of what he feels from his face. But Ben is Ben, and she's used to his silence by now.
She puts her hands on the table, near his, but not touching. "I would like you to come with me, to fight them, to stop them."
"You have your own responsibilities, I know." He's never said what those responsibilities ARE, but it doesn't matter. "I am as certain as one can be in a situation where combat will be involved that I can buy you sufficient time to escape, to get back to Milliways, whatever might befall the mission." She leaves unsaid that if things get THAT dire 'buying time' will almost certainly involve her death one way or another.
"Help me, Ben, please. You are my only hope in this."
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Date: 2020-07-23 10:55 pm (UTC)She puts her hands on the table, near his, but not touching. "I would like you to come with me, to fight them, to stop them."
"You have your own responsibilities, I know." He's never said what those responsibilities ARE, but it doesn't matter. "I am as certain as one can be in a situation where combat will be involved that I can buy you sufficient time to escape, to get back to Milliways, whatever might befall the mission." She leaves unsaid that if things get THAT dire 'buying time' will almost certainly involve her death one way or another.
"Help me, Ben, please. You are my only hope in this."