Somewhat. I was banned from cleaning both at Luke's and in the First Order for two incidents involving bleach and lightsabers.
There are funnier and better looking people present. Always. I've learned to accept that my job is to be the mildly drunk single person corraling my very drunk romantically inclined friends away from the cantina. And I do that job well.
Love and attraction don't make sense, Ben. There's no formula. Certainly funnier and better looking people than you or I exist but it doesn't mean we won't find anyone. It doesn't mean you have to stop looking for it.
Under the current statute of limitations as outlined in the Republic penal code, I can't.
I looked for it, alright? I grew tired of being discarded whenever someone with less damage came along, and I have no desire to repeat that experience. I am a passing fad, a brief flight of fancy, never anyone's lasting romantic partner.
It's not about interest. I am apparently just not good enough for anyone.
I would have thought you'd be more happy you've beaten me so soundly at something.
[ she's going to get that story out of him if it kills her, but she's too preoccupied with his other messages. it takes rey a very, very long time to reply. ]
We're not enemies. Not anymore. I do not enjoy your unhappiness in anything.
We've always been so similar, Ben. Why can't you see that now?
Then you're wasting a golden opportunity. [Like most of his family, he hides behind snark whenever possible.]
I don't see what our similarities have to do with the rest of this conversation. And I would remind you we are both still quite different. You may not be perfect, but you haven't done what I have, either.
You can share similarities with someone and not be exactly the same, Ben. We're all different. That's the point of life.
We've all done things we regret, the difference is seeking atonement. Some don't. Your conflicts were exploited, your weaknesses used against you. Anyone could fall to someone preying on you like that.
Is that what you tell yourself when you have nightmares about my strapping you to a table and digging through your mind? And before you object: if we're sleeping at the same time our dreams bleed over via the Force. I know you've had that nightmare at least once.
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[ why yes, she is getting a lot of joy out of bothering him. ]
I find that hard to believe. You're not so bad to look at and you can be funny when you're not asking how to clean parts.
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There are funnier and better looking people present. Always. I've learned to accept that my job is to be the mildly drunk single person corraling my very drunk romantically inclined friends away from the cantina. And I do that job well.
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Love and attraction don't make sense, Ben. There's no formula. Certainly funnier and better looking people than you or I exist but it doesn't mean we won't find anyone. It doesn't mean you have to stop looking for it.
Unless you're not interested in it. Of course.
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I looked for it, alright? I grew tired of being discarded whenever someone with less damage came along, and I have no desire to repeat that experience. I am a passing fad, a brief flight of fancy, never anyone's lasting romantic partner.
It's not about interest. I am apparently just not good enough for anyone.
I would have thought you'd be more happy you've beaten me so soundly at something.
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We're not enemies. Not anymore. I do not enjoy your unhappiness in anything.
We've always been so similar, Ben. Why can't you see that now?
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I don't see what our similarities have to do with the rest of this conversation. And I would remind you we are both still quite different. You may not be perfect, but you haven't done what I have, either.
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We've all done things we regret, the difference is seeking atonement. Some don't. Your conflicts were exploited, your weaknesses used against you. Anyone could fall to someone preying on you like that.
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Is that what you tell yourself when you have nightmares about my strapping you to a table and digging through your mind? And before you object: if we're sleeping at the same time our dreams bleed over via the Force. I know you've had that nightmare at least once.