“ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁, ” she says, a spring to her step which does well to back up her words. though, to be true to relentless nature, she’s never been less so ––– mind’s uneasy with training, and though physical injuries have healed for her remarkably quick, she’s becoming disillusioned with her inability to move past less tangible obstacles. she feels stunted / stuck. it’s frustrating, to say the absolute least, and it’s beginning to get to her. but concerns remain unspoken to all but her own master. and most especially so to poe. friends would go soft on her, though him perhaps less so than finn. but neither could mark her lesser for her failings, and she thinks, now, encouragement to be the very last thing she needs. she just needs to do it right. that’s all there could be to it. empty were optimistic words / there would always be the paired fear of failing. of becoming something monstrous and unidentifiable. and anyway, to admit it meant to admit less progress than always hoped for. it felt painful to let anyone down. it felt painful not to be leagues beyond where she was now.