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galadhir:
The rest of the ‘Finn finds himself caught in the middle during the Resistance/First Order peace talks’ thing. Now with added title and everything. Still missing the mention of First Order burial practices I wanted to put in but couldn’t get to fit, though.
Ten E Boom
Finn had been on a hair trigger this morning when the peace talks began. His chair had spikes, his back was just waiting for the knives. Pretty sure – he’d been pretty sure his death would be one of the First Order’s conditions, and yeah he wouldn’t blame General Organa for agreeing to it – it was just mathematical sense that one life meant nothing in the face of final peace for all. And yeah, if that was how it came down, he guessed he’d be okay with it – trained to die was a lot better than trained to kill. But still–
He’d smiled reassuringly at Rey when she asked him what was wrong, and he’d said “Nothing. Nothing at all. Just don’t like, you know. Being in the same room with them.” And he’d jerked his chin the way Han Solo used to, over to the other end of the table where General Hux sat, straight backed and seething like a lightning storm in a satin jacket.
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galadhir:
The rest of the ‘Finn finds himself caught in the middle during the Resistance/First Order peace talks’ thing. Now with added title and everything. Still missing the mention of First Order burial practices I wanted to put in but couldn’t get to fit, though.
Ten E Boom
Finn had been on a hair trigger this morning when the peace talks began. His chair had spikes, his back was just waiting for the knives. Pretty sure – he’d been pretty sure his death would be one of the First Order’s conditions, and yeah he wouldn’t blame General Organa for agreeing to it – it was just mathematical sense that one life meant nothing in the face of final peace for all. And yeah, if that was how it came down, he guessed he’d be okay with it – trained to die was a lot better than trained to kill. But still–
He’d smiled reassuringly at Rey when she asked him what was wrong, and he’d said “Nothing. Nothing at all. Just don’t like, you know. Being in the same room with them.” And he’d jerked his chin the way Han Solo used to, over to the other end of the table where General Hux sat, straight backed and seething like a lightning storm in a satin jacket.
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