WHO'S FLYING THIS THING?!

[scruffier]

After D'Qar, on the way to nowhere in particular.

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[icanfix]

[That first sentence is both incredibly painful and very reassuring to hear.

It's also, in her opinion, irrelevant.]

I'm not asking you to leave me! I just want to be able to go out, earn some credits and buy parts for myself! [GOD DAD -- wait, not actually her dad, despite how desperately she wishes he were.]

[scruffier]

What parts?

[He's pretty lost now. Look, she's not his kid. But she sort of might as well be family. He decided that already, get used to it.]

[icanfix]

Ship parts! Droid parts! Things!

[scruffier]

I know I kinda have a reputation but we're not broke yet.

[icanfix]

That's not the point! [The point is independence! How does he not get that?]

[scruffier]

[They're an independent team, he gets it just fine. How does she not get it?]

So we'll get parts, we'll take on a job.

[What's the problem?]

[icanfix]

But I'll still be on the ship.

[scruffier]

You'll get off it more than I will.

[Of all of them, he's the most recognizable. At least with the ship a forged IFF code will buy them some time.]

[icanfix]

At least you want to be here.

[Why did she let him bait her into arguing? When has arguing ever got her anything? She stands up to leave because she doesn't know whether or not she even believes what she's saying, only that she's frustrated and hurt and probably going to regret all of this in about five minutes but that doesn't help control her mouth.]

[scruffier]

[Yeah, he definitely wants to be on the run with no safe harbor, the better part of the galaxy between him and his wife. With his son half-wild and still walking the narrow edge of the darkness, sullen and moody and guilty of mass murder. A too-small ship packed with fugitives, the Republic decimated, the full fury of the First Order on their trail.

He can't even blame her for sulking.]