No no no no, this is not good. She played his game. Gave him exactly what he wanted. Why did she do that??
Rey's grateful at least that she doesn't have anything like damn flowers growing at her feet to worry about giving her away—since the tiny hitch of joy at the way he's looking at her would obviously be what this stupid planet would decide to show rather than how much she'd like to throttle that expression off his dumb, irritating, nerf-herding face!
She focuses on that, sets her jaw, and squares her shoulders stubbornly before looking away from him to, uh... show that she doesn't care. Right! Let him be difficult, if he's so keen on it.]
Last I checked, there's plenty of other people here for you to annoy.
[But none of them are you. She knows what his reply will be—or something to that effect, probably—before she's finished speaking, and she refuses to give him the opportunity. She whirls around to point an accusing finger at him furiously.]
And before you say anything else, let me make something clear. You? All of... this? [She waggles her finger at him—all of him, those clothes, that face, those flowers—with a disgusted curl of her lip.] It's fake. A mask. I didn't see through it before, but now I do. You're a liar.
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No no no no, this is not good. She played his game. Gave him exactly what he wanted. Why did she do that??
Rey's grateful at least that she doesn't have anything like damn flowers growing at her feet to worry about giving her away—since the tiny hitch of joy at the way he's looking at her would obviously be what this stupid planet would decide to show rather than how much she'd like to throttle that expression off his dumb, irritating, nerf-herding face!
She focuses on that, sets her jaw, and squares her shoulders stubbornly before looking away from him to, uh... show that she doesn't care. Right! Let him be difficult, if he's so keen on it.]
Last I checked, there's plenty of other people here for you to annoy.
[But none of them are you. She knows what his reply will be—or something to that effect, probably—before she's finished speaking, and she refuses to give him the opportunity. She whirls around to point an accusing finger at him furiously.]
And before you say anything else, let me make something clear. You? All of... this? [She waggles her finger at him—all of him, those clothes, that face, those flowers—with a disgusted curl of her lip.] It's fake. A mask. I didn't see through it before, but now I do. You're a liar.