Hera looks up to him. Her voice has changed – no longer tired, but crisp, and certain. For a moment, the weariness she had seemed to carry with her since the war melts away, her eyes holding all the conviction they'd had in an interrogation room so many years ago.
"And I believe you think you're telling the truth now. But I don't think it's true. I think you will help us, as much as you can, for as long as you see the First Order as the greater threat to your idea of stability in this galaxy. And maybe that will never change. But if it does, the moment it does –"
It's the only moment she pauses, though she sounds no less certain for it. "– you will turn on me."
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Hera looks up to him. Her voice has changed – no longer tired, but crisp, and certain. For a moment, the weariness she had seemed to carry with her since the war melts away, her eyes holding all the conviction they'd had in an interrogation room so many years ago.
"And I believe you think you're telling the truth now. But I don't think it's true. I think you will help us, as much as you can, for as long as you see the First Order as the greater threat to your idea of stability in this galaxy. And maybe that will never change. But if it does, the moment it does –"
It's the only moment she pauses, though she sounds no less certain for it. "– you will turn on me."