[ He manages to make her efficiency sound like an insult, and it does little to tamp down the fires of her anger, stoked by the image of his fingers curled around Ji's throat to choke the life out of her that has been branded on the back of her eyelids. Rey's gaze, as she turns it coldly on him to impress again the words only if you have to, an accusation that declares he certainly didn't have to make such a redundant comment writ across her expression. He is a predator. A monster. An animal waiting for the chance to get off his chain and find blood, and today she walked him into the hen house.
Rey refuses to carry the guilt of that act, already carrying some portion of the responsibility for Han's death on her shoulders—he was on the base, after all, to come find her thanks to Finn's encouragement—but she won't take up any other weight that Kylo Ren accrues as her own. Instead, it just leaves her bitterly, icily angry. She kicks a fitted connector, loose and discarded from some mining machinery, across the floor to spill some of it outward into the administrative office and alleviate the pressure that builds from her contained frustration.
She goes through a handful of cabinets before she finds emergency blankets, fuel, and lights; Rey piles it all together into a flimsy metal crate that may as well be built from the skeletons of canned drinks and carries it to the window where she shunts the crate over the frame to where Kylo Ren stands, waiting expectantly for him to take it from her without ever vocalizing the order. ]
Is this one another Knight? [ Her suspicions are strong, given Ren's desire to deal with the corpse in a more deserving way—Rey can think of few even she would go to the effort of burying in such a manner, given the position they're in—but she wants them validated. It'll put her in a better position, she hopes, to predict and understand him. Right now, she needs some kind of assurance of what to expect. ]
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Rey refuses to carry the guilt of that act, already carrying some portion of the responsibility for Han's death on her shoulders—he was on the base, after all, to come find her thanks to Finn's encouragement—but she won't take up any other weight that Kylo Ren accrues as her own. Instead, it just leaves her bitterly, icily angry. She kicks a fitted connector, loose and discarded from some mining machinery, across the floor to spill some of it outward into the administrative office and alleviate the pressure that builds from her contained frustration.
She goes through a handful of cabinets before she finds emergency blankets, fuel, and lights; Rey piles it all together into a flimsy metal crate that may as well be built from the skeletons of canned drinks and carries it to the window where she shunts the crate over the frame to where Kylo Ren stands, waiting expectantly for him to take it from her without ever vocalizing the order. ]
Is this one another Knight? [ Her suspicions are strong, given Ren's desire to deal with the corpse in a more deserving way—Rey can think of few even she would go to the effort of burying in such a manner, given the position they're in—but she wants them validated. It'll put her in a better position, she hopes, to predict and understand him. Right now, she needs some kind of assurance of what to expect. ]