"I think so, someone was definitely trying to take him. I remember the fight."
She doesn't remember meeting BB-8, or what had happened for her to implicitly trust the droid's word when he'd sent her after a stranger in the crowd. She doesn't remember how the droid came to be by her side when she'd met Finn, this magical Finn that appears crystal clear in the handful of memories that she's desperately clinging to. She doesn't remember why people wanted to dismantle him, why she'd fought so ferociously to protect him, but it's surprisingly not as important to her.
She smiles down at the droid, and a series of beeps and whistles tell her that whatever piece of the memory she's managing to hold onto is right. Even without the knowledge of why, she still believes the droid wholeheartedly. If he's corroborating the story, why wouldn't it be true?
"I'm Rey," she says, gaze rising back to Poe, and it's a little clunky and unfamiliar, but she offers a hand all the same. It's not a gesture that comes naturally to her, but at the same time something tells her that it's the right move to make. Polite society, et cetera. "who are you?"
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She doesn't remember meeting BB-8, or what had happened for her to implicitly trust the droid's word when he'd sent her after a stranger in the crowd. She doesn't remember how the droid came to be by her side when she'd met Finn, this magical Finn that appears crystal clear in the handful of memories that she's desperately clinging to. She doesn't remember why people wanted to dismantle him, why she'd fought so ferociously to protect him, but it's surprisingly not as important to her.
She smiles down at the droid, and a series of beeps and whistles tell her that whatever piece of the memory she's managing to hold onto is right. Even without the knowledge of why, she still believes the droid wholeheartedly. If he's corroborating the story, why wouldn't it be true?
"I'm Rey," she says, gaze rising back to Poe, and it's a little clunky and unfamiliar, but she offers a hand all the same. It's not a gesture that comes naturally to her, but at the same time something tells her that it's the right move to make. Polite society, et cetera. "who are you?"