[ The words sort of rush out, like maybe if she gets them out of her body, she won't feel crappy about it anymore. Except the words are out and she still feels it. That empty sense of inadequacy. In fact, it seems to expand to fill the space where the words had been. ]
I stole it.
[ From a helmet on a dune in the desert. From Han Solo, who she'd been too embarrassed to directly rob when he hadn't given it to her that she'd only floundered and landed on some bastardization. Daenerys won't get that because Daenerys doesn't know what it's like to really be no one.
When Rey looks at Daenerys, her eyes are wet and shiny. ]
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[ The words sort of rush out, like maybe if she gets them out of her body, she won't feel crappy about it anymore. Except the words are out and she still feels it. That empty sense of inadequacy. In fact, it seems to expand to fill the space where the words had been. ]
I stole it.
[ From a helmet on a dune in the desert. From Han Solo, who she'd been too embarrassed to directly rob when he hadn't given it to her that she'd only floundered and landed on some bastardization. Daenerys won't get that because Daenerys doesn't know what it's like to really be no one.
When Rey looks at Daenerys, her eyes are wet and shiny. ]
I'm just tired.