Whether it was intentional or not, on either of their parts, it was a metaphor lacking in subtlety. With a sigh, he plucked the sugar from her grasp, careful not to touch her fingers, and dumped its contents into his cup.
"I died on Exegol," he said, matter-of-fact as his spoon clanked gently against the rim of his cup. "This, I assumed, was my punishment."
He set his spoon down, hands folded on the table top.
"Now, I'm not so sure. You're here, and you..." He cleared his throat. "You certainly don't deserve punishment."
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Whether it was intentional or not, on either of their parts, it was a metaphor lacking in subtlety. With a sigh, he plucked the sugar from her grasp, careful not to touch her fingers, and dumped its contents into his cup.
"I died on Exegol," he said, matter-of-fact as his spoon clanked gently against the rim of his cup. "This, I assumed, was my punishment."
He set his spoon down, hands folded on the table top.
"Now, I'm not so sure. You're here, and you..." He cleared his throat. "You certainly don't deserve punishment."