[ No. That sounded wrong, simply forgetting everything back there for what waited for her here, forgetting the Resistance, and Finn's recovery, and her plea of Luke. Finding him was only the first step. She could not turn her back now. (But what need would they have of her? Luke knew why she had come, she was sure of it. He would go to them, and their victories would continue.)
She searched his eyes, but the fleeting hollow of impotence was replaced with a rage she couldn't place, but not quite the unhinged kind she had seen out in the snow. No, this was the unsettled anger, the anger that did not know which way to turn, that had driven him out of her cell. ]
Finn. [ She said finally, anchoring herself in his name. If not for the Resistance, then for him, at least to know that he was okay. She'd made a promise. She had to go back, eventually. ] His name is Finn. You mean to tell me he was here?
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She searched his eyes, but the fleeting hollow of impotence was replaced with a rage she couldn't place, but not quite the unhinged kind she had seen out in the snow. No, this was the unsettled anger, the anger that did not know which way to turn, that had driven him out of her cell. ]
Finn. [ She said finally, anchoring herself in his name. If not for the Resistance, then for him, at least to know that he was okay. She'd made a promise. She had to go back, eventually. ] His name is Finn. You mean to tell me he was here?