"He told me he'd had a vision," he says, which Credence had just accepted,
because how would he know different? What magic could make possible was a
totally opaque world to him. Maybe people had visions all the time.
"He saw the child with my mother, and - he said I was the one who they
would trust. He said he saw us - to-together, in New York."
From the way Rey just nods, visions like that are something she accepts as real. She's had her own, after touching the lightsaber that had originally belonged to Anakin Skywalker.
She also knows they're hard to interpret and easier still to misconstrue as something you want to see rather than what might actually be real.
More important, though, is the fact that seems to be getting harder and harder on Credence, his stammering getting worse as he goes on, and Rey has never been good at noticing these things and more than that, she's never cared to look before, but with Credence? Even without having all that time with him as her company, keeping her sane, she'd still think twice about pressing him for more information.
"Credence, you know that you don't have to talk about these things if you don't want to, right? Your secrets and your story are your own, no one else has a right to them and you can keep them to yourself if you need to. You can tell me to stop."
It's not always healthy, but neither is being felt like you've been forced to say something before you're ready.
Rey says this. Credence hears: I'm getting tired of your self-pitying bleating, please shut up. Regardless, he'd never tell her to stop doing...anything, really.
"They're not really secrets, Miss Rey," he mumbles. Mr Scamander knows some of it; Elizabeth and Quentin and Tommy all know bits and pieces.
"Rey," she reminds him gently. And the last thing she'd meant to do was tell him to shut up, and that's immediately obvious when she just goes on trying to learn more about him. "I just meant that if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. I had- it was difficult for me to open up for a long time."
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Date: 2017-01-31 07:59 am (UTC)"He told me he'd had a vision," he says, which Credence had just accepted, because how would he know different? What magic could make possible was a totally opaque world to him. Maybe people had visions all the time.
"He saw the child with my mother, and - he said I was the one who they would trust. He said he saw us - to-together, in New York."
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Date: 2017-01-31 08:07 am (UTC)She also knows they're hard to interpret and easier still to misconstrue as something you want to see rather than what might actually be real.
More important, though, is the fact that seems to be getting harder and harder on Credence, his stammering getting worse as he goes on, and Rey has never been good at noticing these things and more than that, she's never cared to look before, but with Credence? Even without having all that time with him as her company, keeping her sane, she'd still think twice about pressing him for more information.
"Credence, you know that you don't have to talk about these things if you don't want to, right? Your secrets and your story are your own, no one else has a right to them and you can keep them to yourself if you need to. You can tell me to stop."
It's not always healthy, but neither is being felt like you've been forced to say something before you're ready.
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Date: 2017-01-31 08:29 am (UTC)"They're not really secrets, Miss Rey," he mumbles. Mr Scamander knows some of it; Elizabeth and Quentin and Tommy all know bits and pieces.
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Date: 2017-02-02 01:18 am (UTC)