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[ Poe points towards them with an open palm making that 'what' kind of gesture. ] Did you just say Ben? Or Ren?

[ This can give Ren a chance to state otherwise or be honest. He though went back to focusing on Rey so he didn't miss what she had to say. As she went on to explain he could feel that darkness of a pull. Poe presses his lips together while knowing that fear was creeping in.

He slowly glances downward while lowering his head and his hand goes to the back of his neck. ]

Okay, so, [ The gears in his head turn since he'll be thinking of a plan. Poe gives a small shrug not really knowing what to say at first. ] we can't start a mutiny or a riot. It'll only make us look dangerous. The only idea I have is we don't strike first. And I don't know anything about their politics here.

[He shoots her an equally tense glance, far from happy that she used his birth name in front of present company. She'd been good enough not to use it around people like Iorveth, people who weren't privy to what they did in their personal lives. Poe was a different matter entirely.

Instead of answering the pilot's question, he crosses his arms while staring him down. He wasn't going to clarify what Rey had said.]

If we wait too long, they'll find a way to corner us.

[Rite or no, he didn't want to wait this out. Then again, his preferred methods were always direct and quick without much room for thought in between.]

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[ Rey presses her lips together, not clarifying the Ben or Ren issue, either. If Poe really wants to know, he'll have to ask again after they've discussed the possibility of the Chantry deciding they all need to be purged.

She bites the inside of her lip as the possibilities are laid out, and she glances back at Ben, before looking over at Poe. ]

They're researching the possibilities of creating Rifter phylacteries right now. Things are still... it's still early. We're going to need natives on our side to keep this from getting bad, they won't just listen to us. Enough people still think that we're demons that they don't trust us.

[ The subject matter wasn't really all that important right now on which one it was. Poe would come back to that inquiry later with anything else that wasn't business. He'll stay to the more business than personal. ]

If it's early, we may still have time, we may not be backed into a corner. [ He glances over at Kylo. ] Any time I felt cornered, I would find a way through it. If the natives is the best chance we got, we talk to them. Show them that we're not threatening.

[ He did toss a blaster down on the ground once to prove a point of being harmless. ] We can continue to talk about other plans. Ones in which won't get everyone killed.

There are people already doing that - trying to, at any rate. Well see if it works.

[He's still sour over Poe's invasion with all of this, which is why when he speaks of plans that won't get everyone killed he shoots back immediately - ]

Because you're so good at not getting your people killed.

[He knew it was a low blow, but he'd seen those numbers when he'd invaded their base on Crait, had heard about the dreadnought his people had taken out at great cost to their numbers.]

[ Oh that does it. Rey pushes off from the desk again, rounding to fully face Ben, her jaw tense and her brows drawn together. ]

Enough. We're all here together, and they're targeting all of us. If you can't at least try to be civil to Poe, you can leave.

[ Sorry, Ben. She knows that you have your issues but this one is entirely out-of-place and not needed right now. She turns back around without waiting for an answer or response from him, exhaling through her nose in frustration. ]

I'm sure that Thranduil--the one who made the announcement over the crystals to stay calm-- has something in mind. We'll talk to him once everything has settled. Obi-Wan, too.

[ That was a very low blow Kylo Ren. Poe didn't think he would but he squares his shoulders anyway. He knew that he messed up and it got worse after that. Crait was when he realized that running away or retreating wasn't losing. It was saving those that they had left. The one thing that Leia wanted him to see. Poe's eyebrows lift up as Rey went and he didn't have to add anything more. But, ]

You know, Kylo Ren, if you want to make things personal we can. [ He didn't really need to relive the verbal slapping to the face. ]

I certainly hope that he does. [ The situation is putting everyone on edge. ] What is going to be said to him exactly?

As amusing as it would be - maybe another time, pilot.

[He'd gotten his claws in enough. He didn't want to miss this discussion now that they were having it. Yes, what he'd said had absolutely been petty, but he didn't hate that he'd gotten an opportunity to drive a spike into his mother's pet protege.

He looks to Rey, his expression grim.]

When I spoke with Thranduil, he spoke of wanting to wait out our moment and of unifying the Rifters.

[Which he had made his stance clear on what little unity he was interested in when it came to Poe Dameron. All the same, they had a common goal of not being subjugated and not being purged by some Rite.]

[ The look Rey gives Poe when he baits Ben is almost as severe as the one she gave Ben, eyes flashing in frustration and nostrils flaring. She doesn't say anything further on it, since neither one of them seems to be escalating beyond casual ribbing. ]

Unifying the Rifters is important, and I think finding what natives would be willing to stand by us. The mages might not want to stick their necks out for us so soon after their own victory, but we might be able to find others.

[ Poe sees Rey's look and doesn't pursue any further. There was no point in making her upset further. After a moment, he gives a nod in her direction. ]

I agree about uniting everyone together. If we can find some natives, a handful, that might be enough, more would be the goal. [ He bites his bottom lip a bit before shaking his head. ] We could try speaking to some of them too. The odds may not look great, but it could be worth the chance.

There are other natives with shards too. They might join us if they aren't already mages. They won't like this any more than we do, if they decide to push the phylacteries.

[A beat.]

How many Rifters hold positions of power within the Inquisition?

[He knows it's not that important - these people could be in their pockets, after all - but it would be good to have a number and perhaps sink their presence further in somehow.]

Three.

[ Rey says after a moment and mentally going through the list of division leaders. It used to be four, but the Diplomacy leader stepped down after helping the mages. She idly wonders if she regrets that, now. ]

Thranduil is the only one in charge of a division, but it's the division tasked with looking into the phylactery creation. He's got the most sway, in this situation.

[ Poe crosses his arms loosely against his chest. ]

Three, out of how many?

[ What odds do the truly have with that? He knew it would be a tough fight to begin with. Thranduil seemed to be the only one that could do anything. As long as he'll fight for them and not against them. ]

If he is saying to wait, that's all we can do. As much as we all hate doing that. We can focus on other things while gaining the trust of the natives. It never hurts to have another plan in place when things start to crumble down around you.

Hm.

[He'll let Rey answer, given he doesn't know the numbers.]

All of this is well and good but if the Chantry steps in or the Templars, or this Rite is enacted - we die.

[He hated making it sound so dire but it truly felt that way.]

Four Division heads, one of which is a rifter. Nine project leaders, two of which are rifters.

[ So the numbers are obviously not in their favor, there. ]

For a while there were two division heads that were rifters, and the people in Kirkwall were not happy. That's how the curfew ended up in place.

[ She looks back at Ben as he lays out the fatalist prediction, lips pressed together. ]

We aren't going to die. One way or another.

We're going to have to go with pure luck on this.

[ He shakes his head knowing that luck can go in either direction. Good or bad they were relying on odds that weren't in their favor. ]

I was wondering about the curfew for a while now and how that came about. Why are they so wary about the Rifters? What makes us a threat to them? Just by being unknown and unfamiliar. If the people of Kirkwall took time to get to know us, it would be such an issue.

[ That's the only thing that makes sense to him. There's plenty more frustrations but for now he needed sense in all of this mess. ]

We'll keep fighting if we have to. But we need to be careful.

You saw what fell out of the sky with you. They think we are the same thing. Demons and fade monsters. There have been efforts to foster communication that I’ve heard of but with tensions openly high and creating unrest I doubt the natives want to “take time to get to know us”.

[And the only reason he wasn’t joining in on all of Iorveth’s angry yelling is because of Rey. He looks to her now, hoping she can sense that much. He felt hopeless about everything else about all this but she was here. They could get through this somehow.]

A lot of them seem more afraid of us right now than openly hostile, but... there are people who are sympathetic towards us. We just have to keep showing them that we're people just like they are.

[ She can sense that Ben is holding himself back from the anger that other rifters are displaying because of her, and she appreciates it. She'd been doing her best to keep calm herself, but part of her wants very much to just go tear apart something with her hands. ]

If they are only afraid and not hostile, we may have a chance. It'll be better than just waiting and doing nothing. Being able to talk to the natives and sway them to our cause.

[ He looks to Rey first at the people line while glancing up towards Kylo Ren. ]

I'm sure treating others like people shouldn't be all that difficult for some of us. Thank you for telling me all of this, Rey.

[ There's a moment of where he looks down towards the floor. He's pretty sure there isn't anything else. ]

I don't think there was anything more and I think the discussion of what to do is coming to an end. If there isn't anything you need from me. I'll leave you two to your prior business.

[The look he shot Poe for his last attempt at a dig was lethal at best.]

Oh no, by all means. You sound like you have something that you want to get off your chest, Dameron. In the interest of unity, maybe you’ll feel better once you do?

[Yeah. They were definitely doing this.]

[ Rey grimaces at Ben's words, looking back at him with obvious distaste, before looking back at Poe. ]

We really don't have to do this now.

[ Poe could feel that anger bubbling and he grits his teeth together at Kylo Ren. By the Maker, he would have said something back. But this was also Rey's bedroom, and certain talks about invading minds can be left said later too.

Rey's words were true and sensible. He would keep his lips presses while puffing his cheeks a bit silently. For a moment he doesn't say anything but he puts his attention to Kylo Ren. ]

Next time we bump into each other I think that's when it can happen, if you still want me to get things off my chest. [ He would at least give him that while looking at Rey. ] I'll be going now.

[ Since all he needs to do is turn quickly while opening the door. He does so in a fluid motion and gives himself enough room to slide by the open space. Once out the door will shut close quietly. ]

[When Poe leaves again, Kylo takes a breath and seats himself against the edge of the desk, puffing his cheeks slightly and then blowing air out. He didn't want to look at Rey knowing he'd see only anger. When just moments before his blood had been pumping in his ears and her hands had been on him, he was expecting admonishment instead of affection. He knew he wasn't blameless, of course. He'd said things and when Poe said things back he'd had no problem driving it deeper.

He doesn't speak, though he debates whether or not he should leave her be. He'd come here to help her be less angry about this mess with the phylacteries and instead he'd let his own anger lash out around him, just as he always did. He takes a breath, chancing a glance to her face. He already had an idea of what he'd see.]

[ Rey watches Poe leave and heaves a sigh, turning to look at Ben. She's upset, but the look on his face almost chases that away. ]

Why did you have to be like that?

[ Almost, but not quite. She's really more disappointed than anything. She knows he's abrasive, accepts that he isn't always going to get along with people, but he seemed like he was deliberately trying to egg Poe on, and that frustrates her. ]

Is it enough to say that I hate him?

[But that wasn't quite right. He'd been angry from the minute Poe opened his mouth I think I know what I saw. The accusation in his words, the idea that Rey should be judged for choosing him - it made him angry. He knew better than to be protective of her. She was fully capable of defending herself be it with words or actions.

He didn't quite hate Poe. Merely hated the things he represented. Seeing him was a reminder of his mother.]

You heard him. You saw how he looked at us.

[And it was his fault. Anyone who looked at the two of them together would only ever be disgusted because of the monster he was.]

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