Two Sabers, a Crown and a Wand // [alliance lol]

She searched for quiet faces in the quietest corner of the room; a place to steady her breathing and to gather her thoughts. Few things she knew for certain, subjects such as her own identity and that of her parents' forever left unanswered, but she was aware of the fate of the chosen twenty-four. ( Twenty-three, she corrected in her mind while bile crept up her throat. ) She could feel it, through all the threads that connected each of the tributes — it came like a single vibration, the unease of a forthcoming storm. And she knew that come the next morning, many of those threads would be severed and the Force would cry out in pain.

She made a vow to not be one of the silenced.

The girls she chose as her companions were seemingly plain, but each had a story behind their eyes and they far were less intimidating than some of the other strange characters around them. Such strange aliens. They exchanged names and ate without further words, but she could feel trust forming between them. Just as she felt his presence when he approached them. She refused to lift her gaze, letting his influence flutter against her shield, but not allowing him to break it. He would do no such thing. There was a connection between them, one she could not deny, but a lamb was not defined by the wolf that chased it.

Hermione invited him to sit, accepting his invitation and giving him permission to close in on them, but Rey gave nothing. No glance, no words — nothing. Han Solo's death flashed in her head, knuckles going white as her grip tightened around her fork, and she couldn't stand it. How could he be so cruel? So lost? And why did she pity him? She wouldn't allow herself to ask for fear of knowing. "So, Sansa and Hermione, what do you think about going into this thing together? I've learned recently that being a team isn't so bad. It's the wisest decision." The same could be said for keeping your enemies closer than your friends.

"And, Ben? You can follow us, if you choose."