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[photophobic]

You should know where to find me.
But if you leave a message here, I will see it.

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[photophobic]

[Did.... did you really just try to get the last word by waiting for Kylo Ren to go to sleep?

As if he would let that fly. Especially when those words turned right back on their sender take on the particular ominous chill of a secret left unspoken. Or the kind of warning that only makes sense on the other side of disaster.]

No. A Jedi wouldn't.

[arithmethodical]

[ N....O.....

And now Jess is well and truly scared. She's no Jedi. So what does that make her? She can't just ignore this. It's not going away. If she pretends it's not there she really could end up hurting someone.

But she's no Jedi. She's not Luke Skywalker. She's just a decent pilot with magnificent engineering skills. ]

What's the point of trying to scare me? I asked you for help.

[ And there it is again: she asked him for help, like a traitor. ]

[photophobic]

Is that what you think I'm doing. At the End of everything. When I could be spending my time doing anything else. When I could be sleeping.

You're trying to scare yourself.
Why else would you come to the monster.

[arithmethodical]

Because I

[ Because she was already scared. Because she's nothing but scared right now, but she still had one thing she could try to control.

She closes her eyes and does what she should have done half a conversation ago. ]

Because I'm an idiot.

[ She disconnects. ]