It's not anything like the place they'd been before. His home. It's dark. There's no jungle, no sounds except of mechanical things and the whirring of machines and computers.
No.
This isn't right. Her stomach lurches immediately as she's thrust into the middle of torture, for a moment, she is him. And she is lost in the fear and pain before she steps out of it, reminds herself this isn't real, this is his dream and she moves towards him in a rush.
"Poe," she says his name, clearly and loudly, her hands move to snap the restraints from his ankles then his wrists. The thing that's torturing him, the person, doesn't move to stop her. It can't. "Poe, listen to me." Her hands find his face and she tilts his head up towards her own. "Listen. I'm right here. It's me, Caroline. This is just a dream. I need you to focus." She leans in to press a kiss to his forehead, almost tasting the sweat that's formed there. "This isn't real. I need you to think about Yavin, think about somewhere safe. Poe?"
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No.
This isn't right. Her stomach lurches immediately as she's thrust into the middle of torture, for a moment, she is him. And she is lost in the fear and pain before she steps out of it, reminds herself this isn't real, this is his dream and she moves towards him in a rush.
"Poe," she says his name, clearly and loudly, her hands move to snap the restraints from his ankles then his wrists. The thing that's torturing him, the person, doesn't move to stop her. It can't. "Poe, listen to me." Her hands find his face and she tilts his head up towards her own. "Listen. I'm right here. It's me, Caroline. This is just a dream. I need you to focus." She leans in to press a kiss to his forehead, almost tasting the sweat that's formed there. "This isn't real. I need you to think about Yavin, think about somewhere safe. Poe?"