[Nick remains standing, his hand on his cane, his eyes on the floor as she crosses it, a few drops of blood marking her path. His gaze affixes itself on Rey as she flops onto the couch and assures him she's fine.
And of course she is. She was made to be a weapon; she's used to handling whatever dangers are out there. It's what she was built for.
That's not all she is, though.]
That doesn't mean something can't happen to you. Now what was that all about?
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And of course she is. She was made to be a weapon; she's used to handling whatever dangers are out there. It's what she was built for.
That's not all she is, though.]
That doesn't mean something can't happen to you. Now what was that all about?