He knows what he should be saying. What he would be saying. Like an instinctual response. We'll find a way. We'll make it up. Something always works out. He knows who he used to be. Who she expects.
But that man didn't live through Starkiller. Or Crait. Or Earth.
And as much as having her look at him like - like he's betraying her - makes him wish he was that man, he can't be. He can't lie to her. Not even for hope.
"I'm sorry. I really am. But this is it. And I can't - I can't tell you how precious this is, right now. Things have happened, Jess, the war - I know this seems like unwanted shore leave, but just - just trust me and take it, okay? Don't throw whatever time you've got here away on trying to leave. It'll take you when it wants to. And when it does, you'll end up right back where you left, without a single memory of this place, and like no time happened at all."
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But that man didn't live through Starkiller. Or Crait. Or Earth.
And as much as having her look at him like - like he's betraying her - makes him wish he was that man, he can't be. He can't lie to her. Not even for hope.
"I'm sorry. I really am. But this is it. And I can't - I can't tell you how precious this is, right now. Things have happened, Jess, the war - I know this seems like unwanted shore leave, but just - just trust me and take it, okay? Don't throw whatever time you've got here away on trying to leave. It'll take you when it wants to. And when it does, you'll end up right back where you left, without a single memory of this place, and like no time happened at all."