[It takes a long time for Rey to decide what she wants to do with the things that Rohan left behind at her doorstep. She can't just get rid of them, not when she's so against waste and someone should get use out of the art supplies, so at first they sit inside the Millennium Falcon and get no use.
This lasts until the end of the day, when Rey has torn a power compressor out of the Falcon while cursing Unkar Plutt's name colorfully, and she's staring at the wires and the connections and realizes it might not hurt to get it all down on paper. The compressor is a good one despite the fact that it has no business doing on a ship like the Falcon, so it won't hurt to have a diagram with the parts labeled.
Hours later she's sitting on the floor with page after page of ship part meticulously sketched and shaded and feeling oddly relaxed. Before when she drew it was for a journal she never really expected anyone to see, something to keep her occupied during sand storms or at night when she couldn't sleep. Now it seems like the oddest thing to do just for fun, but... well, she's having fun. She's enjoying herself, and it's thanks to Rohan.
Which is why, when he leaves his room the next day, he'll open his door to find a carefully rolled up sketch of the Millennium Falcon. It's not perfect, but it's her favorite thing in the world she's giving him a picture of. It seems like a good way to thank him.]
[That same day, Rey will find a drawing of Rohan'smotorcycle. The only color he has added to the drawing is a rough and hazy smattering of blue. Otherwise, it remains a black and white sketch. Rohan doesn't leave it rolled up, however. It's carefully tucked away inside a folder outside Rey's door.]
[It's not a thank you. It's not a gift. It's simply an exchange. And don't read into anything about him keeping the drawing of the Falcon somewhere safe. Heck off.]
[She didn't really expect something in return when her gift was, in her opinion, the return gift. So now he might have started something because the next day a new carefully rolled up picture is waiting for Rohan.
This one is of Chewbacca in all his hairy glory, and she'd taken the time to color it in with a few different shades of brown to really get across just how luxurious his fur is. She misses him, the feeling of a heavy paw resting comfortingly on her shoulder.
Beside Chewbacca she does a quick sketch of BB-8 with less detail, but there is a bit of orange to highlight the different parts of him to show she's still actually trying to draw well.
And now Rohan has a picture of two of her closest friends.]
[There's nothing from Rohan the next day. Or the day after that. Although he's accepted the return gift, it likely seems as though he's finished with the exchange at this point. Perhaps he's grown bored with it or maybe he's found other things to do with his time. But on that third day, there is something waiting for her outside.]
[It's of a boy and a girl. They're no older than 15 or 16 by their looks, wearing Japanese school uniforms. The girl is taller than the boy and she looks almost a little lanky even with her arm somewhat possessively wrapped around the boy. The look in her eyes is cool she looks ahead, and her hair seems almost alive with the way it seems to be caught in an unnatural movement. The boy is balancing on one foot as he's in he process of being pulled towards her, his grin sheepish as he looks up at the girl. There's nothing insincere about the boy's expression though. Even with as strong as the girl's presence is, that's all his focus is on and it's not afraid. It's most certainly love. He's written their names in Japanese at their feet.]
[It's Rohan's best friend and his girlfriend, Hirose Koichi and Yamagishi Yukako.]
[The last picture immediately takes the place of her favorite the moment she sees it. The others have been carefully tucked away into a secret compartment on the ship along with Han Solo's blaster, but this one she keeps out, displayed in a more private area of the ship that visitors won't go to, but that she often does for a little quiet when she needs it.
The words at the bottom are an issue, though, so instead of starting on a picture she gets her communicator out and sets to textin'.]
[He's not playing coy or stupid because he's not questioning there's something she needs or wants to talk about. He's just not going to try and guess at what it is.]
I've never been all that interested in money. It's something I was born into and I've earned plenty of it through my work, but that's not what what drives me. I write manga because I want to be read. Money and fame mean nothing to me.
I've never been interested in gaining the approval of others either. I was made a pariah for a length of time thanks to Cassel. The intensity of the others' disapproval has waned since then, but I don't doubt they still view me through his narrow perspective. They still doubt my competency and question my position as a warden because they're afraid of me and because I refuse to adhere to their dichotomous understanding of the world. They're free to think of me how they wish, it holds no bearing on what I am capable of or what I will do.
As for my loyalty towards you, I believe that should speak for itself by now, Miss Zacharov.
That's what's getting me. I believe everything else. All the rest of it makes sense. I even believe that you wouldn't lie to me, at least not on purpose.
But loyalty — that's something that needs to be earned.
I'm having trouble comprehending how it happened in my absence. The evidence you presented was compelling to you, I think, but it's not something that I entirely understand.
I'm starting to believe we just have very different standards.
Of course we do. We have different life experiences and different values.
I freely admit that some of my initial interest towards you was simply because I could see for myself the narrative Cassel had created about his relationship to you and what you are rather than who you are was childishly constructed by stretching and ignoring the truth.
At first, I only wanted to know the whole of your truth to satisfy my own curiosity, but I gained a greater appreciation for you even in the short time you were present on the Barge. In the end, you gave your truth to me willingly and freely because you trusted me not to distort it the way others had. And it was important to me that it was given. That has less to do with the potential repercussions for abusing my abilities and more to do with not becoming yet another person who attempted to steal you from yourself.
I respect you and I don't give my respect away easily. That's something that must be earned.
Right. And I'd be glad I earned it if I remembered doing it. But I don't, and that makes me feel fucked with. Not by you, obviously. Probably obviously.
Look, I'm glad for your respect, but the fact that I don't remember earning it — that I remember a whole fake life with you but not that, which is the most important thing — that pisses me off. I'm not asking you to fix it, I'm just stating for the record that I'm pissed.
If it was within my capabilities to have you remember, I would.
[Is that needless to say? Perhaps since she's not asking him to. But he would if it were in the realm of possibility. Unfortunately, Rohan doesn't believe it is and those memories, to her, are lost.]
My only advice to you is not to discount what you remember of that life. The details and specifics are false, but your experience of it is your own to reflect upon as little or as much as you'd like. In the end, you will determine for yourself which sentiments were true and expunge those that came as a by-product of the constructed lives we were given at your discretion.
I'd say that's far more than you had when you first arrived.
No, but I have few qualms over taking advantage of others being so dim and unobservant that they can't see what's clearly happening right in front of them.
[After the Admiral announcement, there will be a package sitting outside your door.
In it, there are five packages of rations and two metal canisters of water, along with a handwritten note.]
One of these packets is one meal, to be eaten once a day. That's five days, if the food dries up. The green pieces are a replacement protein that's better cooked, but you can eat it uncooked. The powder is mixed with water, it becomes bread. Use a third of the water in the canister for each serving of bread, just mix the powder in and stir it a little and it does the rest.
My room is my ship from home. There are beds, enough for a handful of people, and the Admiral suggests keeping people we care about close. I don't have many. It won't be crowded. If it's clear things are going to be terrible, please come here. I'm in cabin 5-5.
I have more rations, the Falcon came stocked with enough food to last in space if something happened to the ship, but not enough for the entire barge. If there is someone you cannot bear to see suffer I can give you a share for them, but please think carefully about who that person is.
I've already given the same package to Leonard and Jolyne.
[To say the least, this comes as a bit of a surprise. Things have been rocky with Rey for the most part, but they've gotten better as they've been smoothed out by their semi-frequent exchanges of art. Still, he wouldn't anticipate it to be to this degree that Rey would part with rations like this. Not to him at any rate.]
I didn't say anything like that and I'm not about to feed Leonard while I'm starving if it comes down to it. [The love is real between the two of them, honest.] I was simply saying you didn't have to do this.
[He's trying to say thank you, Rey. Sorta. Read between the lines.]
[Welcome to the exciting world of Rohan ignoring you! It's mostly because he's pretty sure he already said thank you and he is not wont to do it again.]
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This lasts until the end of the day, when Rey has torn a power compressor out of the Falcon while cursing Unkar Plutt's name colorfully, and she's staring at the wires and the connections and realizes it might not hurt to get it all down on paper. The compressor is a good one despite the fact that it has no business doing on a ship like the Falcon, so it won't hurt to have a diagram with the parts labeled.
Hours later she's sitting on the floor with page after page of ship part meticulously sketched and shaded and feeling oddly relaxed. Before when she drew it was for a journal she never really expected anyone to see, something to keep her occupied during sand storms or at night when she couldn't sleep. Now it seems like the oddest thing to do just for fun, but... well, she's having fun. She's enjoying herself, and it's thanks to Rohan.
Which is why, when he leaves his room the next day, he'll open his door to find a carefully rolled up sketch of the Millennium Falcon. It's not perfect, but it's her favorite thing in the world she's giving him a picture of. It seems like a good way to thank him.]
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[It's not a thank you. It's not a gift. It's simply an exchange. And don't read into anything about him keeping the drawing of the Falcon somewhere safe. Heck off.]
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This one is of Chewbacca in all his hairy glory, and she'd taken the time to color it in with a few different shades of brown to really get across just how luxurious his fur is. She misses him, the feeling of a heavy paw resting comfortingly on her shoulder.
Beside Chewbacca she does a quick sketch of BB-8 with less detail, but there is a bit of orange to highlight the different parts of him to show she's still actually trying to draw well.
And now Rohan has a picture of two of her closest friends.]
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[It's of a boy and a girl. They're no older than 15 or 16 by their looks, wearing Japanese school uniforms. The girl is taller than the boy and she looks almost a little lanky even with her arm somewhat possessively wrapped around the boy. The look in her eyes is cool she looks ahead, and her hair seems almost alive with the way it seems to be caught in an unnatural movement. The boy is balancing on one foot as he's in he process of being pulled towards her, his grin sheepish as he looks up at the girl. There's nothing insincere about the boy's expression though. Even with as strong as the girl's presence is, that's all his focus is on and it's not afraid. It's most certainly love. He's written their names in Japanese at their feet.]
[It's Rohan's best friend and his girlfriend, Hirose Koichi and Yamagishi Yukako.]
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The words at the bottom are an issue, though, so instead of starting on a picture she gets her communicator out and sets to textin'.]
I can't read this.
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Hirose Koichi
山岸 由花子
Yamagishi Yukako
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[So yes and no.]
post-breach
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[He's not playing coy or stupid because he's not questioning there's something she needs or wants to talk about. He's just not going to try and guess at what it is.]
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I want to know what's real.
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Is this a conversation you'd prefer to have face-to-face?
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I've never been interested in gaining the approval of others either. I was made a pariah for a length of time thanks to Cassel. The intensity of the others' disapproval has waned since then, but I don't doubt they still view me through his narrow perspective. They still doubt my competency and question my position as a warden because they're afraid of me and because I refuse to adhere to their dichotomous understanding of the world. They're free to think of me how they wish, it holds no bearing on what I am capable of or what I will do.
As for my loyalty towards you, I believe that should speak for itself by now, Miss Zacharov.
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But loyalty — that's something that needs to be earned.
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I'm starting to believe we just have very different standards.
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I freely admit that some of my initial interest towards you was simply because I could see for myself the narrative Cassel had created about his relationship to you and what you are rather than who you are was childishly constructed by stretching and ignoring the truth.
At first, I only wanted to know the whole of your truth to satisfy my own curiosity, but I gained a greater appreciation for you even in the short time you were present on the Barge. In the end, you gave your truth to me willingly and freely because you trusted me not to distort it the way others had. And it was important to me that it was given. That has less to do with the potential repercussions for abusing my abilities and more to do with not becoming yet another person who attempted to steal you from yourself.
I respect you and I don't give my respect away easily. That's something that must be earned.
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Look, I'm glad for your respect, but the fact that I don't remember earning it — that I remember a whole fake life with you but not that, which is the most important thing — that pisses me off. I'm not asking you to fix it, I'm just stating for the record that I'm pissed.
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[Is that needless to say? Perhaps since she's not asking him to. But he would if it were in the realm of possibility. Unfortunately, Rohan doesn't believe it is and those memories, to her, are lost.]
My only advice to you is not to discount what you remember of that life. The details and specifics are false, but your experience of it is your own to reflect upon as little or as much as you'd like. In the end, you will determine for yourself which sentiments were true and expunge those that came as a by-product of the constructed lives we were given at your discretion.
I'd say that's far more than you had when you first arrived.
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I don't think you'd do that. The person you are, I don't think you'd pretend to be any less brilliant than you know yourself to be.
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In it, there are five packages of rations and two metal canisters of water, along with a handwritten note.]
One of these packets is one meal, to be eaten once a day. That's five days, if the food dries up. The green pieces are a replacement protein that's better cooked, but you can eat it uncooked. The powder is mixed with water, it becomes bread. Use a third of the water in the canister for each serving of bread, just mix the powder in and stir it a little and it does the rest.
My room is my ship from home. There are beds, enough for a handful of people, and the Admiral suggests keeping people we care about close. I don't have many. It won't be crowded. If it's clear things are going to be terrible, please come here. I'm in cabin 5-5.
I have more rations, the Falcon came stocked with enough food to last in space if something happened to the ship, but not enough for the entire barge. If there is someone you cannot bear to see suffer I can give you a share for them, but please think carefully about who that person is.
I've already given the same package to Leonard and Jolyne.
Rey.
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You didn't have to do this.
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[He's trying to say thank you, Rey. Sorta. Read between the lines.]
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And I said I know that. I did it anyway.
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Other people are setting up safe places to stay, but you're welcome here. Leonard likes the ship, it's from
holovidsmovies he knows.Try not to die.
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[...Sorry about him. :(]