When: Room 2, Day 2
Where: Rosebud Inn
Status: Ongoing
Rating: Low
Dameron had a lot that he had to work through, but he was currently putting most of that aside. He was now the leader of a team in some three-way prank war that he felt like throwing himself into it with as much seriousness and intent as he could. At least it would give him something to focus on that wasn't Ben's manipulative betrayal. Talking to Kylo Ren was something he'd told Rey that he would do, but Dameron wasn't sure he was quite ready to follow through on that promise.
He'd tried to keep a level head when Rey had told him about who Ben Solo had become. He tried to focus on what was important, and separate it from how being lied to by someone he'd once truly cared about made him feel. In some ways, it was like learning that Ben had died a second time. If he was honest with himself, he understood why the General had explained what happened to Ben that way the first time. It was easier for him to think Solo was dead than to face what Ben had become. He imagined it was easier for Leia Organa to cope with it that way, too.
Leia deserved better than this; she had fought so hard and overcome so much. She'd been the one to take on the Empire. She had soldiered on after the Death Star decimated her planet. Organa was the one who found it in her heart to love, and lead, even when the Republic had turned on her. Even when she had every right to be angry, ruthless or cruel, she was compassionate and forgiving. Organa had risked everything to save Ransolm Casterfo -- the man who had outed her relationship to Vader to the Republic, costing her the election -- from First Order imprisonment, a true showing of her dignity and character. He couldn't believe that Ben had the nerve, the gall to insult everything his mother was, and everything she stood for, by turning her legacy into this.
There was a prompt on the list. Something about throwing coffee (caf?) at someone: Dameron didn't waste time re-reading the details. Pouring something hot over Kylo Ren's lap felt like a good way to take down two TIE fighters in one shot. Fulfil his duties to his team? Good. Petty but effective revenge on Kylo Ren? Better. He knew none of this help, and if anything it would probably make a future conversation with Kylo Ren more difficult, but he didn't give a damn.
"Hold this a minute." He handed off his tray of drinks to Finn. He'd brought him along. Less because he needed back up, and more because he knew that not bringing Finn, when he planned to slap Kylo Ren across the face with a scalding hot beverage, would make him a bad friend. Finn deserved to see this. The tray held three drinks, Finn's French Vanilla, Poe's Double Double, and a third Dark Roast, Black which Dameron pulled loose from the tray. He approached the door with caution, trying to clear his mind of his plans, in case Kylo Ren's Force-senses could reach him.
"Ben?" He tapped on the door and took a few steps back in an attempt to lure Kylo out. He shot Finn a glance, gesturing with his free hand for the other rebel to stay quiet. "Look -- I. I think we really need to talk. Will you talk to me?"