[Which predictably, it does: grates crash, catwalks collapse, but for someone so proficient with the Force, Ben manages to shield both Han and himself from any significant damage. No shrapnel blocks their path for long, and within minutes they've cleared the area enough to be well out of any immediate danger, huddled up in the snow outside.
The conversation that follows-- predictably-- is less pleasant. It ends only because the Resistance eventually secures their world-shattering attack and leaves all five of them needing a viable escape route: again Ben tries to leave, and again, he's urged on.
He doesn't watch the resulting collapse. Nor does he cheer at the helm alongside Rey and Finn and Chewbacca, or share glances with the man that was once his father. Instead he keeps to the hull of the ship, in some small, forgotten cargo room, dread rising like bile in his throat. Uneasy. Fearful.
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The conversation that follows-- predictably-- is less pleasant. It ends only because the Resistance eventually secures their world-shattering attack and leaves all five of them needing a viable escape route: again Ben tries to leave, and again, he's urged on.
He doesn't watch the resulting collapse. Nor does he cheer at the helm alongside Rey and Finn and Chewbacca, or share glances with the man that was once his father. Instead he keeps to the hull of the ship, in some small, forgotten cargo room, dread rising like bile in his throat. Uneasy. Fearful.
Snoke would know soon, if he didn't already.]