Her daughter, married to a smuggle. A part of her knew that she should be concerned over such a thing, it certainly seemed the motherly way, but she also believed in the good in people. If her daughter loved the man, then she hoped they have a happy life together with their son. Her grandson.
Commander Skywalker. Her children would find each other, then. There were no words to describe how much of a relief that was, or how it broke her heart to realize there had been no mention of her in Poe's description. She wasn't going to be a part of her children's lives then. But they would live, and she tried very hard to focus on that miraculous revelation.
"Thank you for telling me all of this," she said after a moment of silence, withdrawing fully back to her own chair and picking up her cup of tea again while something in her visibly closed off. The only way she could continue this conversation was to distance herself from both the pain and joy it had presented her. "How can I help you get back to your life, Poe?"
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Commander Skywalker. Her children would find each other, then. There were no words to describe how much of a relief that was, or how it broke her heart to realize there had been no mention of her in Poe's description. She wasn't going to be a part of her children's lives then. But they would live, and she tried very hard to focus on that miraculous revelation.
"Thank you for telling me all of this," she said after a moment of silence, withdrawing fully back to her own chair and picking up her cup of tea again while something in her visibly closed off. The only way she could continue this conversation was to distance herself from both the pain and joy it had presented her. "How can I help you get back to your life, Poe?"