[ A choked sound elicits from the back of her throat, smothered for the shame it brings her, stifled for the indignity of it because she already knew the answer, felt it in her bones, but to hear it articulated, to hear it so clearly promised that it was love that sent her away, fear of loss, and not some choice to cast her aside. Not a punishment. Not abandonment, then, not in its intent.
Rey turns away, draws her hands up on her hips and paces the ship, tears threatening to fall, their presence reddening her face. For fifteen years, she has wanted nothing more than the love of a mother, and to have it here in this stilted discomfort confessing a depth that Rey could not have imagined hurts now, like water stinging cracked lips that have gone too long without it. She draws a deep breath in an effort to steady herself, but all it does is shake her shoulders. ]
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Rey turns away, draws her hands up on her hips and paces the ship, tears threatening to fall, their presence reddening her face. For fifteen years, she has wanted nothing more than the love of a mother, and to have it here in this stilted discomfort confessing a depth that Rey could not have imagined hurts now, like water stinging cracked lips that have gone too long without it. She draws a deep breath in an effort to steady herself, but all it does is shake her shoulders. ]