We can do this. [He repeats her assurance, for himself more than her, but it's at least an agreement. He looks to her and then to the sky and for the third time wonders if she's going to be the death of him. But at least if he dies horribly maimed by pterodactyl satans, he knows someone will tell an awesome story about how they looked pretty badass doing it.
He's just relieved she's giving up on the blaster, and he nods, repeating again.]
We can do this. All right. Okay. We can do this.
[His hands don't shake when he lifts his blaster again. He doesn't feel sorry for the creatures. He's not as empathetic as Rey and his sympathy is mostly reserved for sentient species that can speak and don't want to kill him.
That will change when/if someone introduces him to gentle creatures with too much trust, but that hasn't happened yet.]</small?
Just watch your legs. They're still fast on the ground and those necks are longer than they look.
a beautiful thing the galaxy needed. Somewhere, Luke is still staring off across an ocean. Silently.
He's just relieved she's giving up on the blaster, and he nods, repeating again.]
We can do this. All right. Okay. We can do this.
[His hands don't shake when he lifts his blaster again. He doesn't feel sorry for the creatures. He's not as empathetic as Rey and his sympathy is mostly reserved for sentient species that can speak and don't want to kill him.
That will change when/if someone introduces him to gentle creatures with too much trust, but that hasn't happened yet.]</small? Just watch your legs. They're still fast on the ground and those necks are longer than they look.