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can she help him with something ?

she smiles, a playful roll of her eyes following. he, of all people, knows how important it is to her that she does her part in aiding the resistance.

she has to make an early start tomorrow — patients to treat, engines to fix.

in his dreams.

pour her one for old times’ sake ?

the fatigue from the night shift at the infirmary clings to her like a second skin, and she brushes a bead of sweat from her forehead, letting out a deep, weary sigh.

“ exerting a load of energy for someone who ‘ doesn’t care ’ .. aren’t we ? ” a dismissive laugh, eyes swirling with exasperation. “ good luck with that one. ”

“ then perhaps you should know that i have nothing to lose. ”

raising an eyebrow in playful confusion. “ there are sides to a dictatorship other than aggressor and victim now ? ”

“ side ” ? yikes .. which answer gets her the caf ?

does she happen to have a cup to spare ?

long night for you, captain ?

shame.

touchy one, aren’t we ? so much breath wasted on someone you claim to care so little for …

can i help you with something, rebel scum ? or are you just here because the suns rise and set with me ?

now, now — flattery will get you nowhere.

big reaction for such a little thing. what do you want, traitor ?

rising moons to everyone but her father and the company he keeps.