"I would never ask you to do something I didn't think you could do," Qui-Gon responds quietly, the creases around his eyes deepening as he holds his composure.
In turn, he points to the rock in Rey's hand--slowly, as if making a vague gesture--but doesn't break his gaze away from hers. She's wounded, yes, but that doesn't mean he's going to go easy on her. His neutrality is only meant to keep the frustration from feeding on itself in an endless loop, not to coddle the young woman in front of her.
"And you would do well not to put words in my mouth. Only one of us seems to believe this is the best you can do, and I assure you it is not me."
Qui-Gon pauses and folds his arms into his sleeves.
"That being said, I'm willing to bet you could balance at least one of those rocks on top of another."
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In turn, he points to the rock in Rey's hand--slowly, as if making a vague gesture--but doesn't break his gaze away from hers. She's wounded, yes, but that doesn't mean he's going to go easy on her. His neutrality is only meant to keep the frustration from feeding on itself in an endless loop, not to coddle the young woman in front of her.
"And you would do well not to put words in my mouth. Only one of us seems to believe this is the best you can do, and I assure you it is not me."
Qui-Gon pauses and folds his arms into his sleeves.
"That being said, I'm willing to bet you could balance at least one of those rocks on top of another."