It shouldn't be as shocking as it is. It's not like he didn't go into every fight expecting to come out the other end, and it wasn't like he hadn't just survived two impossible situations, face to face with the hand of the First Order and then plummeting to an almost certain death on a planet at the ass-end of the Galaxy.
But here he was. Surprised. Glad, he'd lost some of his squad, but not all of them. He'd sent that shot right where he needed to. And Finn, his impossible friend, he'd succeeded.
Not exactly unscathed, though. Hell of a hole through his jacket. He'd managed to stop the med Droid from throwing it away, but making it useful again was in his admittedly less than capable hands. The callouses on his fingers for perfectly to the controls of an x-wing, but they provided very little defense against the sharp silvery needle that was currently stitching the long slit along the back of the leather closed.]
Ah- [He manages to choke off the pained noise, somehow harder to do than stand against torture.]
I'm starting to think I should have let someone else handle this.
[Spoken, cheerful enough, in the direction of the sickbed.]
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It shouldn't be as shocking as it is. It's not like he didn't go into every fight expecting to come out the other end, and it wasn't like he hadn't just survived two impossible situations, face to face with the hand of the First Order and then plummeting to an almost certain death on a planet at the ass-end of the Galaxy.
But here he was. Surprised. Glad, he'd lost some of his squad, but not all of them. He'd sent that shot right where he needed to. And Finn, his impossible friend, he'd succeeded.
Not exactly unscathed, though. Hell of a hole through his jacket. He'd managed to stop the med Droid from throwing it away, but making it useful again was in his admittedly less than capable hands. The callouses on his fingers for perfectly to the controls of an x-wing, but they provided very little defense against the sharp silvery needle that was currently stitching the long slit along the back of the leather closed.]
Ah- [He manages to choke off the pained noise, somehow harder to do than stand against torture.]
I'm starting to think I should have let someone else handle this.
[Spoken, cheerful enough, in the direction of the sickbed.]