Do you hear yourself? It's my fault that the rebel militia shot him because a friend came to visit me? You're deluded.
[ Not a friend, it turned out, but she needn't know that. It's a reality he hasn't even fully processed himself. But of course he's easier to be angry at because he's here; he's not a faceless assassin spraying down an entire tarmac with an impersonal rain of plasma bolts. She's going after him because she wants closure for a man she barely even knew, a thought that sours him further. If anyone has the right to grieve, here, it's him. She's mourning the concept of a father she never knew.
He doesn't respond to the rise in volume, keeping his voice a low, pressing hiss, teeth flashing as he speaks. ]
If I wanted Dr. Erso dead I already would have killed him. He was my colleague. And your mother had plenty of chances to avoid putting me in the position of having to put her down. She chose death, even knowing she'd leave you behind.
[ Not that he hadn't been more than happy to watch the body he'd stared at with resentment for so many years finally stop moving, stop breathing. But he didn't have to, would have continued to tolerate her if it was more feasible. Galen would have been more workable like that. Maybe he wouldn't have betrayed him so horrifically, if— ]
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[ Not a friend, it turned out, but she needn't know that. It's a reality he hasn't even fully processed himself. But of course he's easier to be angry at because he's here; he's not a faceless assassin spraying down an entire tarmac with an impersonal rain of plasma bolts. She's going after him because she wants closure for a man she barely even knew, a thought that sours him further. If anyone has the right to grieve, here, it's him. She's mourning the concept of a father she never knew.
He doesn't respond to the rise in volume, keeping his voice a low, pressing hiss, teeth flashing as he speaks. ]
If I wanted Dr. Erso dead I already would have killed him. He was my colleague. And your mother had plenty of chances to avoid putting me in the position of having to put her down. She chose death, even knowing she'd leave you behind.
[ Not that he hadn't been more than happy to watch the body he'd stared at with resentment for so many years finally stop moving, stop breathing. But he didn't have to, would have continued to tolerate her if it was more feasible. Galen would have been more workable like that. Maybe he wouldn't have betrayed him so horrifically, if— ]