[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

Ben repelled her words with indifference and silence. He always had a problem with his temper and already he could feel it building. It was probably best to try and be atleast a little, civil with her. At home he was use to getting his way but already he could tell that things would be different here. Uncle Luke calmed the two of them before it went any further, which was a good thing. 

Odette started towards the brush and Ben couldn't help but watch his uncle disappear first. It felt like deja-vu. Watching him leave he could see his own father's back disappearing into a sturdy metal haul. If he felt any animosity he kept it to himself. A sigh let out all the emotion before he trailed behind her. 

In the midst of the quiet, he thought about the word his uncle had used earlier. "Padawan". Something about the word felt like a starting line. It wasn't just a word, it held some kind of power. It wasn't like he knew it from before or anything, it just felt significant to him. Ben decided then that pondering on that word for too long would only cause Odette to think him absent-minded. It was better to leave her with the impression he had begun, that he was untouchable, if not cold. 

As they entered the hut situated in the small field, Ben smiled. The simplicity of it all was invigorating. Back at home everything seemed so grand and busy, being here would be a nice change. As they stopped between two rooms, Ben went ahead and dipped his head into both of them. One was so obviously her's. With a smirk and small chuckle he walked into the room that she said was his, listening to her the whole while. Admittedly, he purposely looked to be ignoring her by fiddling with the few objects in the spacious room. 

He stopped with the bed between her and himself, the sunlight from the window-like opening speared around him like laser-fire. For the first time since exiting the ship, he let the bag slip from his shoulder and relax. He rolled his shoulders before pushing down the bed; it was harder than what it was use to. Looking up, he stared as Odette as she attempted to assure him. He felt his brows lift in surprise and his mouth open ever so slightly. The next moment and he was back to normal, his expression of being unimpressed renewed on his face.

[I]She's trying,"[/I] he told himself. [I]That's far more than I can say for my own father. More than I can say for most of the people in my life.[/I]

He started abruptly, if not in mid-sentence, [b]"Earlier, back in the field, I'm sorry about what I said. This life seems... okay, I guess, but understand something, I'm mad about something else. Not that I'm here."[/b] He rubbed his earlobe again as he approached her, hearing himself apologize felt wrong. 

[b]"Today, I just want to get some sleep. Get some thinking done y'know? Tomorrow though, I'd like it if you showed me around... you and uncle Luke I mean."[/b] 

He smiled at her kindly before closing the door swiftly. The instant it was shut, he placed his back against it and sunk low to the ground, he brought his knees into his chest and held them tightly. How he felt about everything suddenly flooded him and for the most part, it was betrayal and anger. A tinge of hope painted his heart but it was swallowed by the anxiety soon afterwards. He was basically tossed into foreign lands with so much as a goodbye from his father.  

His hand balled into a tight fist on his knees. [I]... I-I can do this! I won't cry for him or myself.[/I]