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The way this started was not the greatest, Matei being reluctant about joining in nearly left Poe having to go alone. However, that was simply unacceptable and it’s not like work would have drawn Matei away so he gave in (pretty quickly, even) and accompanied the pilot. Who knew, maybe they were going to have some fun. Like on a date... was this a date?

          Now this was a sight to see. It’s hard not to notice a little round robot down the street, which he assumed was following the guy in front of him. Curious and curiouser...

        POLISHED LIKE STARLIGHT !     Immaculate marble seemed to cover every surface of the establishment. All except for the luminous glass pane that gave way to the depths of the sea. Like a time capsule from a moment somewhere between past and present. Poised by the grand piano a pale hand rested delicately upon the ebony surface. Resounding steps in the presently empty ballroom causes a slight incline of her sharp chin. Ocean eyes did glint with mild amusement followed by a wispy smile dancing along the edge of rouged lips. 

Everyone was tired -- losing hope was even worse when you were supposed to be that certain hope for others. It wasn’t a life Cernat ever wanted for himself, having to fight, needless to say, for others. Being in the resistance, no, you couldn’t simply fight for your own freedom, you had to rely on others, work with others -- being selfish didn’t work well with a team, the lack of trust would have destroyed them from the inside. His changing was unavoidable but there were small things coming from his nature which he hasn’t shaken off -- doubt, second-guessing, questioning his superiors, time after time he raised his voice about them, he said what probably many thought but didn’t dare to say. If it weren’t for people like the general or Poe Dameron, this resistance would have fallen apart already because of people like Cernat -- they helped nothing, they only caused confusion and controversy, it wasn’t good for the moral. Sometimes, it was out of spite, anger, obstinacy, or denial, however this time it was just the two of them and Matei was not looking for trouble. For the first time in his life, he was looking for something else: reinforcement, strength. Something to hold on.

In a way he wanted Poe to prove him wrong, to be told all Matei thought right now wasn’t true, he needed to hear it and he needed his commander to mean it.

A squeeze of his shoulder preceded the pilot’s words, the shaded glance was brought up and met with Poe’s eyes. He let the words in, let them fill the lethargic emptiness inside, let them refresh his soul.

Noted!

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