Not Gonna Lie, She Sounds Like A Dumb Dora, She Admits As She Opened The Lid For The Puppichino.

“Not gonna lie, she sounds like a Dumb Dora,” She admits as she opened the lid for the puppichino. 

As she mentioned before, everyone had their bad days. It didn’t make sense to take it out on someone who had nothing to do with it. She’s found it better to have an outlet to let it out so that it’s never released for the wrong reasons. Back in Britain, her outlet was her missions in the MI5, breaking teeth. Now that she retired, she figured she should find one of a...productive nature. She had mused 

“When I say Dumb Dora, I mean to call her stupid,” She explained, hoping to clarify the rare usage of slang as Lucie began to lick the contents in the cup excitedly. For a moment, the sweet whipped cream was all the hound thought of. After licking the cup clean, not to mention licking any off her snout, the hound smelled the heavenly and the infernal again.

She smelled it coming off the woman, as sweet as she looked. Wagging her tail as the infernal reminded her of her old home, she not only sniffed the woman but also licked her hand.

“Her name’s Lucie,” Dana answered, somewhat eased by this interaction. She didn’t see any harm in her, and she patted Lucie’s head. 

“And my name’s Dana, it’s nice to meet you, Miss...?”

Of Puppichonos and Mix-Ups

“I wanted to try a couple new places. The old ones usually made me reminisce on good times. And the bad ones. So I wanted somewhere new without it. I guess it isn’t working,” She answered tiredly shrugging.

She leaned back letting out a sigh. Dana almost felt selfish for wanting to open up to him. A complete stranger who’s going out of his way to check on someone like her.

“I know you wanna help, but what I’ve done and lived through, are things I’ve never told anyone for so long, even the ones close to me. I don’t know how to open up to a stranger or a friend. So I’m sorry, I don’t know how to say them aloud to you.”

She thinks, thinking of the things she can say, something to lead to her ultimate tragedies, something that can slowly break the ice without breaking him. Maybe she can begin with something like this.

“It’s left me with a couple mental and trust issues, for the most part, I’ve been ok thanks to my dog, Lucie. She helps me even on the bad days. Even then it just sucks constantly.”

Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis”, Poems 1962-2012

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as a permanent fate. You’re right, they didn’t choose this life. But what if instead of fighting against that life, you use it to your advantage in helping them. Don't adapt to it, make it adapt to you. Use it to help others

“There’s always a place to go, you just don’t know what it is yet.”

“You know, Stormtroopers, they’re just… people. They don’t deserve to have to fight this war just because they were given to the Order, or taken by force, even. They deserve to be able to have lives of their own, like anyone does.”

“I chose this, though. I don’t have anywhere else to go, now. I’m stuck for life.”

“So would you be so bold to say it’s better if Carter and Kendra never meet?”

“Given his track history, he is dependent on fate’s tides, so who’s to say what could happen if he tries to search for her, whatever shade he decides to wear?”

“It’s a chance that should be taken, don’t you think? Was part of it out of expectation from those around you? It may have been the case for people like the First Officer, but what if it was only useful for some but not all? The Empire and the First Order did use fear to control. So couldn’t it be said they are not far off of each other?”

“I didn’t join with the Revenant, I joined To, there’s a difference. I’m still helping, and you count in that endeavor.”