you can't! you'll die! why are you doing this? why?

it can't be done. you're asking us to die.

i have lived most of my life surrounded by enemies. i will be grateful to die among my friends.

you are an honorable man.

i will fight beside you.

well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that.

i just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders.

it is good to once again be among friends.

i can barely see.

where did you learn to do that?

i'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.

nothing goes over my head.

i have a plan.

you've got a plan? first of all, you're copying me from when i said i had a plan.

i don't think you even have a plan.

we've already established that you destroying the ship i'm on is not saving me!

when did we establish that?

i wasn't listening then.

i just saved [name]!

you don't get an opinion.

that's a fake laugh.

it's barely a concept.

you're taking their side?

what the hell does that have to do with anything?

i am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

no one's blowing up morons.

you just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

when i look around, you know what i see? losers.

i am not gonna stand by and watch as billions of lives are being wiped out.

leave it to me.

look at him. he's useless.

on that wall back there is a black panel. blinky yellow light. you see it?

how are we supposed to do that?

you must be joking.

i really heard they find you attractive.

we gotta move quickly.

for the record, i advised them against trusting you.

prove me wrong.

i am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.

i'm a warrior. an assassin. i don't dance.

we have a legend about people like you. it's called footloose. and in it, a great hero named kevin bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing is the greatest thing there is.

we're just like kevin bacon.

you've heard of this. you've seen this, right? you know what this is.

you're an imbecile.

what did the galaxy ever do for you?

why would you want to save it?

what should we do next? something good? something bad? bit of both?

we'll follow your lead, [name].

take my hand.

you said it yourself, bitch.

do you believe him?

your ship is filthy.

if i had a blacklight, this would look like a jackson pollock painting.

who calls him that?

i don't know how this machine works.

what are you doing?

dance-off. me and you.

quit smiling, you idiot. you're supposed to be professional.

i like your knife. i'm keeping it.

that was my favorite knife.

i live for the simple things.

he has no respect.

you're drunk.

this is exactly why none of you have any friends.

you've always been weak.

no one talks to my friends like that.

i only ask that you take this matter seriously.

you should have learned.

i don't learn. one of my issues.

what a bunch of a-holes.

you should try to be more nice to people.

" it's called instinct, rey. i got it from years of flying. sometimes you just know the right thing to do at the right time. but i don't need to explain it to ya, you're a pilot too. you get it. " well, clearly she had access to a wider database than he did, but that was not the point he's trying to make here. " it could also just be . . . a side effect. " he finds himself revealing too much without wanting to, but a figure from his childhood comes to his mind and the words roll off his tongue as if on their own accord. again, he dismisses it all.

REY OF JAKKU. HIGHLY CANON DIVERGENT. WRITTEN BY MAGGIE.