[ She's already drawn that same conclusion, that it would be easier if she remembered. If she forgot -she was as likely as not to draw a lightsaber on him again. She's quiet as she ponders the problem while finishing the last of her muffin. She can't tell him where the rest of the Resistance is hiding; even trusting him as much as she's come to, she can't risk him simply showing up. It was too dangerous for everyone involved, especially if she never made it back. ]
We were looking for the way to Exegol. Pasaana was our first stop; from there I can't say, but you can figure it out. Get ahead of me. Don't let me do anything stupid.
[ Like steal your ship and set it on fire and then head straight to Exegol by herself. ]
[He takes a moment to commit that to memory, as fully as he can, some part of him desperately hoping that if he recalls nothing else upon returning, he will somehow know that. He meets her gaze, then.]
I was already looking for you, before we were here.
Is that why it was getting harder to block you out?
[ It's said with almost a touch of relief. She'd been worried that whatever turned her dreams toward the Dark was starting to affect her waking hours too. ]
I thought I was slipping. I kept catching glimpses of you.
[ When her mind wandered anywhere near him, or when she got too tired to keep her guard up...which became more often the harder she trained. ]
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We were looking for the way to Exegol. Pasaana was our first stop; from there I can't say, but you can figure it out. Get ahead of me. Don't let me do anything stupid.
[ Like steal your ship and set it on fire and then head straight to Exegol by herself. ]
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[He takes a moment to commit that to memory, as fully as he can, some part of him desperately hoping that if he recalls nothing else upon returning, he will somehow know that. He meets her gaze, then.]
I was already looking for you, before we were here.
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[ It's said with almost a touch of relief. She'd been worried that whatever turned her dreams toward the Dark was starting to affect her waking hours too. ]
I thought I was slipping. I kept catching glimpses of you.
[ When her mind wandered anywhere near him, or when she got too tired to keep her guard up...which became more often the harder she trained. ]