( Kylo tips his chin up, breaking his gaze away from Rey for the sole purpose of gazing briefly at Aurren's prone figure on the ground between them, carving a shape like a comma into the in-between of their acknowledgements. He feels nothing and tries to feel even less, if it were possible, both because of his overall disassociation with his current group of subordinates - although his command and position as their head is certainly more debatable than it was prior to Corellia - and because the inevitable outcome of being part of a group such as this always tends toward death, whether at the hands of a perceived ally or an enemy. It's hard to say who has killed more Knights of Ren since he took up the mantle of leading them: threats or other Knights.
It's a long moment spent looking at the corpse between them, but it's a moment all the same, and when Kylo does look back up at Rey after having been given permission to speak, it's with the same haughty attitude that was present prior to looking away. He assumes that the effect is somewhat lost considering his visage and the way that he leans to one side and bends his arm at a sharp angle in front of his abdomen, fingers cured into a fist against the constant throb in his thigh. Rey, he knows, can't be feeling much better considering the harsh battering she'd experienced not only physically but as a kickback of his own internal grappling with the overwhelming desire to fall and fall hard. A little of that arrogant transparency falls. )
I was going to suggest going back inside to find something to use as kindling, but it seems your scavenger instincts have proved that to be an unnecessary waste of a suggestion. ( Kylo watches her clamber in through the window with a certain amount of grace and dexterity that he could never hope to possess. He isn't even sure that his shoulders would fit between the frames on either side, as he watches her feet disappear into the building beyond.
He falls silent after she retreats inside, leaving him alone with the bulk of his own thoughts as he shuts off and shuts out her end of whatever lingering remnants of their trembling bond exist. It is a long moment before he begins stripping Aurren's armor off, but he leaves the other man's helmet for last. )
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It's a long moment spent looking at the corpse between them, but it's a moment all the same, and when Kylo does look back up at Rey after having been given permission to speak, it's with the same haughty attitude that was present prior to looking away. He assumes that the effect is somewhat lost considering his visage and the way that he leans to one side and bends his arm at a sharp angle in front of his abdomen, fingers cured into a fist against the constant throb in his thigh. Rey, he knows, can't be feeling much better considering the harsh battering she'd experienced not only physically but as a kickback of his own internal grappling with the overwhelming desire to fall and fall hard. A little of that arrogant transparency falls. )
I was going to suggest going back inside to find something to use as kindling, but it seems your scavenger instincts have proved that to be an unnecessary waste of a suggestion. ( Kylo watches her clamber in through the window with a certain amount of grace and dexterity that he could never hope to possess. He isn't even sure that his shoulders would fit between the frames on either side, as he watches her feet disappear into the building beyond.
He falls silent after she retreats inside, leaving him alone with the bulk of his own thoughts as he shuts off and shuts out her end of whatever lingering remnants of their trembling bond exist. It is a long moment before he begins stripping Aurren's armor off, but he leaves the other man's helmet for last. )