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[narcissithstic]

HATRED all will suffer for their crimes.	SERVICE within it, glory beyond measure.
CONTROL chaos brought to heel through pain.	FEAR failure, weakness, mediocrity...

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day 40 something idk whenever's convenient

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[ It's rare these days that the roof is completely unoccupied, and Sam's absolutely taking advantage of that to get some time to clear his head. But once he settles himself a little, his thoughts end up turning towards one of the other people he's seen up here, trying to find an outlet.

And he ends up reaching out across the mental link to Ren. He doesn't say anything yet, just nudges gently to get his attention - a wordless you busy? more than anything else. ]

[narcissithstic]

(Is there a problem.)

[There is, after all, always a problem in Bearings - but these days some are more vital than others, and Sam Wilson has certainly earned Ren's immediate attention.]

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[ That's gets a wry huff of amusement, because yeah, Ren's right about that. ]

( Somewhere around here, probably. But it's not mine right now. Just thought I'd offer to share something with you, if you're up for it. )

[narcissithstic]

(Share—)

[Intel, perhaps? It seems a viable enough option when so much else hangs in the balance.]

(Fine. Where am I meeting you?)

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( I'm on the roof, but uh, you don't have to come up if you don't want. It's the mental kind of sharing. )

[ Sorry, Ren, nothing that relevant. ]

[narcissithstic]

[Ah. Definitely intel, then. Secretive work. The kind you don't want either glimpsed or overheard. ]

( Proceed, then.

I'm listening. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Well. It is something he doesn't really want glimpsed or overheard, just not necessarily top secret intel. ]

( Just let me know if you want me to cut it out. )

[ With that he lets his shields up a little, opening his mind up just enough to be able to share the experience with him, similar to when he'd first met Ren on the roof and offered to show him a different kind of outlet.

He goes with cliff jumping, lets the cool air and the brush of wind from being up on the roof top bring up the feeling of the wind buffeting him. Feels the hard surface of the ground under his him as he pushes up on the balls of his feet, hanging in the moment just before jumping: the rush of expectation, anticipation ramped up until he pushes off. Adrenaline surges as the wind whipping around him intensifies, and he focus on the weightless feeling of free falling - as familiar to him as breathing, though the familiarity doesn't lessen the thrill. There's no sense of fear in him, just the balance of exerting control over something humans have no business controlling and knowledge of the danger, of what slipping up could mean. ]

[narcissithstic]

[He's felt it before, that fondness for so-called 'freedom'. It was there in Poe Dameron's skull when Ren had dug his fingers beneath the surface of the pilot's tightly-sealed thoughts, as it was there a thousand times before - every smuggler, every mercenary that lived for the thrill of pitching their ship out of orbit. It was the closest thing to spitting in the face of either fate or gravity that they would ever know.

And it would have been him, had he not been 'gifted' with the Force in his grandfather's name.

Still, something in him stirs, unwanted, as a response to that shared, instantaneous feeling through the marrow of their symbiotic bond. His breathing turns shallow, nails dug in against rough palms.]

( You must miss it. )

[Permissive as this city is, it's not conducive to that sort of recklessness: preferring virtual alternatives to reality.]

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( Yeah, I do. Took me a long time to learn to work with the wind and gravity, use it to my advantage instead of fighting it. )

[ Like freefalling and using gravity to build up enough speed that it's so damn easy to flick his wings open, let a warm air pocket catch him, and ride the thermal back up. He lets it end there, on a rising note, pulling his focus from the feelings of the memory and back to the connection between him and Ren. ]

( But I've gone longer without flying. And I've got experiences like this to keep me centered. )