Closed | We Were So Sure

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari, Kylo Ren, and Rey
WHAT: that time you found out your friends broke up. and also why.
WHEN: Current!
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: nooooone

The only broken things Nari had expected to find at the Hanged Man were the three chairs (and one barstool) she'd watched get utilized in a fight the other night and had returned, as she often does in her spare time, to repair to the best of her ability.

Instead, she finds the chairs, the barstool, and Kylo Ren, the last half-slumped over a tankard at a corner table looking like a slightly disheveled, forlorn stormcloud. So she pulls over a broken chair, pulls up a (relatively) sturdy one, cocks her head to the side with a raised eyebrow and watches him expectantly for a bit before turning to the work of replacing the legs of the chair that had been used for distinctly unchairlike purposes. If he wants to talk, she expects he will. If not, at least she's company.

Comments

[letoldthingsdie]

"I think anyone does. Even someone like me." He motions for the waitress to bring him another drink, having somehow downed his current one during their conversation. "Not that I have the best track record for people wanting me around."

When his drink arrives he stares down at it, as if he needed to concentrate on the liquid that promised a burning throat and numb senses. He should probably slow down, but he wanted to stop thinking and feeling. Alcohol seemed like the best option for that at the time.

"I wonder if Rey will be able to feel the hang over tomorrow..." He hadn't meant to say that aloud, of course, but it was too late for that. Explaining a connection he barely understood would be interesting conversation compared to his past transgressions.

[nadasharillen]

Nari's mouth opens and shuts several times, a similar number of expressions moving across her face. Saying he does have a place isn't going to help if he doesn't feel like he does, and even gently contradicting the inebriated doesn't have a great record for working anyway. She might be able to help him get there, if she keeps asking questions, but he might also not want to feel like he has a place right now. Sometimes you just have to be lonely.

She's considering how best to proceed when he says something curious about Rey to his ale.

"Is... she... also drinking?" Nari asks haltingly, her brow furrowing slightly. Rey didn't seem the type, but if she was, Nari'd be looking into tracking her down to see if she'd talk too.

[letoldthingsdie]

"No." His answer is immediate as he shakes his head, like shaking away cobwebs. "We can sense things about one another - it's part of our abilities within the Force. We're connected to one another. It doesn't always work that well here. The Fade dulls it, somewhat, I think. It's stronger when we're close together but we still get glimpses."

Essentially: she can probably feel how drunk he is and he would likewise feel her worry. That is, if he was trying to feel anything at all. He didn't want to keep feeling things. Feeling things only made him feel more sad and he was terrible at that particular emotion.

Sighing, he gulps down some ale. It was pointless to try and explain the cosmic joke that was their connection, created by the Force. He had been curious about it once and had even wondered if it might fade over time as they lingered in this world. So far it hadn't and he wondered if that had been due to their growing feelings or perhaps the strength of their abilities. He knew that her abilities had grown far past what they'd been when they had last met back home. Her time in Thedas had changed her.

[nadasharillen]

It's outlandish, but so were their other powers. So were Rey's stories of ships that soar through the air with no sails, no wings, and they way her eyes glowed when she talked about flying made Nari believe her. It was enlightening, though, to the quantity of ale.

"Is that why you're trying to drink yourself senseless?" she asks, "So that you won't? Sense her, I mean."

[letoldthingsdie]

"Only partly so. I'm also hoping it will stop me from feeling guilty. I don't see why I should, when I was just trying to follow orders." He sighs and then swallows another mouthful of ale. He understands why she's upset, but she hasn't lived the way he has. Murder sometimes came hand in hand with survival. He didn't question what he was meant to do until Snoke had ordered him to kill his father.

"No one explicitly said to kill the elves, but they wouldn't leave." He realizes it might be futile trying to make her understand, just as it had been with Rey. They were better people than him, after all. "She wouldn't even know about it were she not able to sense my thoughts when we're near."

Not that he would have lied to her but he wouldn't have wanted her to actually see it. He would have wanted her to hear the events from him, not through some distorted image of events through their connection. While it was truthful, he would have spared her of the painful details.

STILL HERE!!??

[nadasharillen]

Elven refugees. That'll still her. He'd said elves and humans before, or just refugees, and she'd assumed it was a mixed group. Or multiple groups. Now, though? The Inquisition sending people to kill elves?

"Was this mission for us?" she asks, sounding more careful now, "Or on behalf of someone else."

IM STILL HERE I GUESS lol

[letoldthingsdie]

"It was for some lord or something. He requested aid because they were attacking people on the road and taking supplies." Not the smartest move, but he understood it. They'd been displaced, so of course they would run out of things eventually.

"We tried to tell them to leave. They refused. I think when they saw that we were all humans, they knew why we were there and reacted accordingly." Surely it would have been better to send diplomats or an elf? It was much too late to ponder that now. They were gone.