Dany watched, an eyebrow raised protectively, as Poe’s sentient ball friend scanned Drogon. But for the most part she listened to what Dameron had to say. She understood him, or at least, she understood this position on an issue that many different people here had many different ideas about. There were those, like her dear Margaery who knew now that home meant an end, and death, and a life that was perhaps in some ways misspent. It was Tyrell’s position that here could mean new friends, new alliances and a fresh start. But Daenerys had to admit that not having their old enemies a mere floor, block or room away made it easier for them to step away from Westeros. For someone like Poe who was relocated here with those he loved alongside the very same enemies he had fought against. No matter what the Wittgenstein Collective, Block or ‘squads’ said about unity and working together, it made perfect sense to her that a peaceful co-existence or an alliance would be impossible between those who had hurt each other. Those who had devoted so much of themselves for opposing causes.
“It’s a difficult thing, I believe, to strike a sort of balance -- a unification -- against our captors the scientists with what we know about the past and our relationships and conflicts outside of this place.” She’s spoken with Armitage Hux and heard at least a few bits and pieces of the side of the conflict that Poe had rallied against and given the First Order’s inclination to take children from wrecked and failing worlds to raise into slave-soldiers, her alliances were clear to her. But as long as everyone had to exist in such close proximity with no real idea of what the next scenario would toss their way she felt no real need to make her alliances clear to anyone else. “There are so many conversations about fairness, and justice. And so much that remains unknown about why we’re here, or who we’ll be forced to depend on when the clock starts ticking. It’s difficult not to focus worry and concern on here, and now and surviving.”
She leaned forward, her silk white hair cascading over her shoulders as she touched BB-8’s side to brush a few blades of wayward grass from the orange and white paint. Drogon swayed on her knee as she moved, snatching at pieces of her hair and folding on for balance until she sat back again and the dragon crawled up her arm to sit on her shoulder, mirroring at the droid almost the same protective glance that Dany had worn earlier.
“I’m sorry that no one else can see these people with your eyes, and I’m sorry that they’re given an audience and more leniency and freedom than they deserve. But I can promise you that must of us, we see who they are and what they are, and it doesn’t matter how their ranks swell or what they say. They won’t gain ground here. It’s your friends that sit on jury and the Council for a reason -- and not them. We've all seen evil enough to recognise it when it crosses our paths again.”