[Of all the things she might have expected to hear from Newt - well. Maketh adjust her uniform slightly, trying to compose herself. It's hard not to blame herself in a way that demands retribution - it is the Imperial code; failure must be punished - but, in the end, that's not who she is anymore. She's not one of them. And maybe she doesn't deserve what would have been done to her if she'd survived Lothal. She's responsible, of course, but perhaps--
This is supposed to be a fresh start. Not of her own design, but something she might reach out and grab with her two hands if only she's brave enough.
She smiles a little. Means it.]
Thank you, Newt.
[It's hard to change and even more to forgive, but perhaps they can manage it. Maketh has a feeling that there are things Newt is trying to forgive himself for as well. Perhaps just for surviving when others did not.]
Ahem. Yes. Among other things.
[So. Much. Tequila.
Maketh's face is starting to go red. She coughs into her hand.] Um. You're welcome? I think.
[Her education in such matters comes entirely from the manuals passed out by the medical staff while she was a junior cadet - informative, but confusing - and from the gleeful machinations of her TIE pilot friends - occasionally traumatizing but pragmatic. It would be different for Newt, who's memories were taken from him.
Her expressions softens ever so slightly.] I'm not...like you? Exactly. [Well they're both queer, but -- different.] But if you have questions, I can try to answer them.
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[Of all the things she might have expected to hear from Newt - well. Maketh adjust her uniform slightly, trying to compose herself. It's hard not to blame herself in a way that demands retribution - it is the Imperial code; failure must be punished - but, in the end, that's not who she is anymore. She's not one of them. And maybe she doesn't deserve what would have been done to her if she'd survived Lothal. She's responsible, of course, but perhaps--
This is supposed to be a fresh start. Not of her own design, but something she might reach out and grab with her two hands if only she's brave enough.
She smiles a little. Means it.]
Thank you, Newt.
[It's hard to change and even more to forgive, but perhaps they can manage it. Maketh has a feeling that there are things Newt is trying to forgive himself for as well. Perhaps just for surviving when others did not.]
Ahem. Yes. Among other things.
[So. Much. Tequila.
Maketh's face is starting to go red. She coughs into her hand.] Um. You're welcome? I think.
[Her education in such matters comes entirely from the manuals passed out by the medical staff while she was a junior cadet - informative, but confusing - and from the gleeful machinations of her TIE pilot friends - occasionally traumatizing but pragmatic. It would be different for Newt, who's memories were taken from him.
Her expressions softens ever so slightly.] I'm not...like you? Exactly. [Well they're both queer, but -- different.] But if you have questions, I can try to answer them.