[One beat, two, the slow slide of air between them and—]
Fine.
[Ren shifts back into what little space he has left, turning himself so that he's facing the ceiling of the pod. Those soft, humming lights. It's as kind as he knows how to be, leaving the General room to escape.]
no subject
Fine.
[Ren shifts back into what little space he has left, turning himself so that he's facing the ceiling of the pod. Those soft, humming lights. It's as kind as he knows how to be, leaving the General room to escape.]