[ She's been on her own long enough to understand that sentiment. There's a kind of strength in solitude, and she's convinced herself that she prefers that to the strength that comes in numbers. The kind that requires trust. Vulnerability. But she's never been invincible, no matter how much she might act like she is, and some part of her has already started to get used to having someone at her back again, even if she's played at resisting it.
It's already been three weeks. And that's three weeks longer than she planned. Now there's this clone. She doesn't want to care what happens to him — she'd be hard-pressed to admit that a little fragment of her already does — but she hasn't abandoned them yet. Maybe it's Poe rubbing off on her. Maybe it's the clone's defiant pride that's drawn her in. But she's stayed, and she doesn't seem like she's planning on leaving until they've seen this through.
She only exhales heavily, digging around in her pockets for a fresh cigarette and lighting up. Hopefully their Kaminoan host won't care. ]
You'll survive. [ Smoke wisps from her mouth. With a mild wryness: ] On willpower alone, probably. Then you can deliver the intel yourself.
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It's already been three weeks. And that's three weeks longer than she planned. Now there's this clone. She doesn't want to care what happens to him — she'd be hard-pressed to admit that a little fragment of her already does — but she hasn't abandoned them yet. Maybe it's Poe rubbing off on her. Maybe it's the clone's defiant pride that's drawn her in. But she's stayed, and she doesn't seem like she's planning on leaving until they've seen this through.
She only exhales heavily, digging around in her pockets for a fresh cigarette and lighting up. Hopefully their Kaminoan host won't care. ]
You'll survive. [ Smoke wisps from her mouth. With a mild wryness: ] On willpower alone, probably. Then you can deliver the intel yourself.