[Hayame had needed to accept early on that for some people... this was normal. Living in the black. Traveling the stars. Needed to, but actually hadn't for a long time. Still... she forces herself to look away from the windows along the ship that remind her with a low horror of where they are, focusing on Rey's face instead.]
You would not call this military?
[Sure, it had... "distractions". Services. But it carried soldiers, it surely was armed... and really, she just doesn't have the images others might to compare it to.]
[ She tries to figure out how to articulate it, pulling up a swatch of grass and crossing her legs. ]
Well, imagine if the Vakdir ran the Headquarters. That's the kind of ships this big we have where I come from. The First Order's military is more rigid than Hathaway.
[Well... that helps visualize. A bit more than helps, if the dark cast to her expression is any indication. She had suffered indignities at the hands of the Vakdir, but she hadn't actually felt helpless. Not really. She'd had faith the entire time that were she take her proper form, if they weren't undercover, that she could escape.
But that image, on a ship... it reminds her too much of Asterion Prison. What true helplessness had felt like. What the makeshift blade against her stomach had felt like.]
How foul.
[She has to say something, anything that isn't about that.]
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You would not call this military?
[Sure, it had... "distractions". Services. But it carried soldiers, it surely was armed... and really, she just doesn't have the images others might to compare it to.]
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[ She tries to figure out how to articulate it, pulling up a swatch of grass and crossing her legs. ]
Well, imagine if the Vakdir ran the Headquarters. That's the kind of ships this big we have where I come from. The First Order's military is more rigid than Hathaway.
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But that image, on a ship... it reminds her too much of Asterion Prison. What true helplessness had felt like. What the makeshift blade against her stomach had felt like.]
How foul.
[She has to say something, anything that isn't about that.]
- I much preferred Oska.