Even in Rex's bewilderment, he's able to catch her hands shaking. He opens his mouth and nearly asks her if she's certain about what she's doing; it's clear that she's acting for what she believes to be the greater good, but he wonders if she really understands what a monumental thing she's doing, what it means to leave the comfort of a job within the Empire, what it means to be on the run, to leave everyone she had ever loved behind for the sake of morality. It had been easy for Rex, knowing that everyone he'd loved was no longer who they were, and easy for Commander Tano, knowing that everyone she loved was dead. It had even been easy for the likes of Cut, knowing he had love waiting for him. But the Judge...
Well. He's self-sabotaging by nature these days, but he's not self-sabotaging enough to try to dissuade his saviour from helping him. He can hardly believe his luck. Of all people to question him, he got someone attuned to the Force, and more than that, someone willing to see the troopers as people, even in their current condition. She could have done the merciful thing and executed him before handing him over to those monsters to be chipped, and he would thank her for it. Freedom isn't something he'd anticipated her simply giving to him.
He closes his mouth, swallowing past a lump in his throat, moved despite himself. He also clamps down his Force shields, because while it may have helped him in this case, he doesn't feel the urge to advertise what he's feeling or thinking. "Thank you," he croaks, rubbing at his wrists. He's not sure if anything he could say could express the enormity of this, so he doesn't.
"I have a ship, not far from here. You'll want to leave this planet as quickly as you can." He looks around them. He knows some of the layout from being dragged here, but he'd spent half of it addled. "What's the plan?"
no subject
Well. He's self-sabotaging by nature these days, but he's not self-sabotaging enough to try to dissuade his saviour from helping him. He can hardly believe his luck. Of all people to question him, he got someone attuned to the Force, and more than that, someone willing to see the troopers as people, even in their current condition. She could have done the merciful thing and executed him before handing him over to those monsters to be chipped, and he would thank her for it. Freedom isn't something he'd anticipated her simply giving to him.
He closes his mouth, swallowing past a lump in his throat, moved despite himself. He also clamps down his Force shields, because while it may have helped him in this case, he doesn't feel the urge to advertise what he's feeling or thinking. "Thank you," he croaks, rubbing at his wrists. He's not sure if anything he could say could express the enormity of this, so he doesn't.
"I have a ship, not far from here. You'll want to leave this planet as quickly as you can." He looks around them. He knows some of the layout from being dragged here, but he'd spent half of it addled. "What's the plan?"