[ The reluctant conclusion to their conversation comes a few moments too late to sound natural. Rey tries so hard to get out more than that. To explain that she cannot bring herself to burden anyone, lest something drive them away. Her mistakes aren't anyone else's problem. Nor can she explain that it would hurt too much to ask for the help and be denied, and have to confront that she wasn't worth it.
It all cuts too close to the failure of her parents to make her feel worthwhile.
Rey hides from it instead of confronting it, sublimates it instead of giving it voice. She turns away from Octavia, holding onto the shelving unit on which the clothes are stacked. Rey sifts through them, looking for something close enough to her size. They're all dingy and faded, but it doesn't bother her. She just gathers some into her arms.
When she has a set gathered against her chest, she looks at Octavia. As if extending an olive branch, she asks, ] Will you help me back to the cot?
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[ The reluctant conclusion to their conversation comes a few moments too late to sound natural. Rey tries so hard to get out more than that. To explain that she cannot bring herself to burden anyone, lest something drive them away. Her mistakes aren't anyone else's problem. Nor can she explain that it would hurt too much to ask for the help and be denied, and have to confront that she wasn't worth it.
It all cuts too close to the failure of her parents to make her feel worthwhile.
Rey hides from it instead of confronting it, sublimates it instead of giving it voice. She turns away from Octavia, holding onto the shelving unit on which the clothes are stacked. Rey sifts through them, looking for something close enough to her size. They're all dingy and faded, but it doesn't bother her. She just gathers some into her arms.
When she has a set gathered against her chest, she looks at Octavia. As if extending an olive branch, she asks, ] Will you help me back to the cot?