She leans forward across the table, all but baring her teeth at Finn. "Some of your people just shot one of my friends out of the sky, so don't tell me there are no sides in this war."
She's doing what she never does. She's doing what she hates. She's losing control of herself, and she can feel the tears in her eyes. She hasn't been this--what? furious, confused, hurt?--since she was a damn child.
She can't stand to look at Poe. Can't stand to accept what she's hearing, even if something in her twists in revulsion at the violation of a control chip being used on another living being.
But that's what the Empire was. It's what the First Order is. It's what those people are.
She shoves back from the table, gets up, and walks out.
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She's doing what she never does. She's doing what she hates. She's losing control of herself, and she can feel the tears in her eyes. She hasn't been this--what? furious, confused, hurt?--since she was a damn child.
She can't stand to look at Poe. Can't stand to accept what she's hearing, even if something in her twists in revulsion at the violation of a control chip being used on another living being.
But that's what the Empire was. It's what the First Order is. It's what those people are.
She shoves back from the table, gets up, and walks out.