[Cold turkey isn't the best way to quit a severe addiction, Revan knows that much, but to her disappointment, they never did find a bar. She doubts Dixon could taper himself off, anyway.
She drums her fingers against her thigh, that frustrating feeling of having all the pieces but not being able to put the puzzle together tugging at her. After the revelations on the Leviathan, she never wants to be caught out like that again, but this can't possibly be as bad--no one's conspiring to keep the light from dawning on Dixon. Probably.
...The light.
"He aimed one at my head and the shield started glowing," followed by the previously sober Dixon behaving like he'd made it through half a bottle of some Tatooine moonshine on his own.]
Oh.
["I am an idiot," she doesn't say, because Revan never thinks that about herself.]
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She drums her fingers against her thigh, that frustrating feeling of having all the pieces but not being able to put the puzzle together tugging at her. After the revelations on the Leviathan, she never wants to be caught out like that again, but this can't possibly be as bad--no one's conspiring to keep the light from dawning on Dixon. Probably.
...The light.
"He aimed one at my head and the shield started glowing," followed by the previously sober Dixon behaving like he'd made it through half a bottle of some Tatooine moonshine on his own.]
Oh.
["I am an idiot," she doesn't say, because Revan never thinks that about herself.]
The shield.