[ This place is odd. She cautiously reaches through the Force, searching but is met with something totally unfamiliar. It seeps through her skin and sits in her gut, alien and unsettling, and it's enough to cause her to draw back into herself.

She observes intently, watching as items are offered. Ceremonies and superstitions were plentiful on the desert planet where good fortune and water were in short supply and value in equal measures. First its things, which she doesn't find that strange, but her eyes widen as light begins to pour out of their throats.

A memory surfaces-- a ship leaving, an echo of I'll come back for you sweetheart --she feels it level in her chest, rising from her heart to her throat. The memory is painful, but precious. It was the foundation of the lies she built around herself and wore like a shield on Jakku. It let her survive, and she can't bear to let it go as foolish as that is. ]

No--!

[ She gasps for air as if drowning, her arms clasping around herself. She stumbles backward awkwardly, undoubtedly bumping into people. She mutters apologies but then forces her way out of the crowd. As she breaks out she can't quite catch her breath, laying her hand over he chest panting. ]

What is this place...

[ Drinking isn't exactly the hobby she's most prone to participate in, between a life where keen senses were vital to survival and the thinking that it's a habit that her parents chose over her. No, that isn't what drew her here or what makes her stay in her seat at the bar.

This exchange of secrets is a game, and Rey has never been in short supply of those. The opportunity to unload some of them in the safety of this dark place compels her to lean over to a stranger that's been sitting there for awhile. ]

I've been fighting in a war-- [ She pauses, almost in disbelief that this is the one that's falling out of her mouth. ] --But I've got this connection with the enemy's leader. No one knows I've talked to him.

[ Maybe it's easier to be generous when you know what it's like to have nothing, to have fought for every scrap and spent more nights than you would wish on anyone plagued by hunger pangs.

She's drawn to the pleaders, and the hooks of their hypnosis are sharp and deep. She's entranced, but she's so new here she's got nothing-- The pleader is quick to point out that this isn't true. Her lightsaber, the silver hilt shining, hangs at her waist. She nods. Of course, of course they can have it.

Rey feels as if she's having an out of body experience, watching herself unclip her saber and begin to offer it to the pleader. ]

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