( Anger, he knows better than most, has always been easier. Rey is alight with it. Out of sight, Kylo can feel it directed toward him, forming because of him, like a sharp, icy wind over a layer of permafrost, a different sort of sensation than the heat of his own ire that so often bubbles and bleeds. This comes sharp and crystal clear, leeching the warmth from his skin and spilling down into his bones. Her disgust, her contempt, her rage and indignation, everything that she feels toward him in these moments are things that he has felt from her before and yet somehow the sensation is wholly different. Before, he hadn't cared, before he had seen its potential, the boon that it could be, the great dark chasm that offered limitless possibility if she would only stare back into it.
He feels oddly hollow and displaced by it now, seeing no advantageous benefit to its appearance the way that he had before, despite being intrigued, a little amused, and somewhat enticed by it. Kylo assumes it has something to do with their connection, this bond, and isn't surprised to find disappointment rooting around in the interior of it as he slips gloved fingers underneath the thick fastening at Aurren Ren's neck to let the dead Knight's cloak fall away from his shoulders, but he is surprised to find that there is no headbutting anger of his own rising to meet Rey's lack of effort in disguising her opinions of his choices and his character. He won't make excuses or apologies for who he is or what he's done. They would ring hollow anyway.
Kylo keeps his head down as he removes armor and ammunition from Aurren's body - he has a number of flash grenades and a utility belt that would make a weapon's enthusiast aroused - and only looks up when Rey reappears at the window with a scraping sound, shoving a flimsy-looking metal crate through the frame at him. He's just in time to catch it, which he does with a scowl, flashing a wave of irritation at her and repressing the urge to send a rude hand gesture her way as well. Someone has to be the bigger person, here. )
Yes. ( His answer at first is simple, as she hasn't asked for specifics, intending to leave it at that as he sets the crate down at Aurren's feet. Sweat has soaked through his clothing around his neck and under his arms and at the small of his back, and his pant leg is sticky and unpleasant where the tear in his flesh gapes. Kylo presses a hand against it and wills it to stop throbbing in the interest of appearing less than invincible when she is this angry with him, and exhales, long, through his nose. ) Aurren Ren is a newer initiate, but not the newest. As you can see, he has a certain appreciation for firearms. ( Kylo kicks one of Aurren's boot heels and decides not to strip them off as they look too big for Rey and too small for himself. It's a moment before he speaks again, some of his irritation burning away in the wake of contemplative reflection. ) I have to wonder if Ji brought him with her, or if he tried to collect the glory of the bounty for himself.
( It seems a likelier reality than the two of them partnering up for this task when their styles of direct confrontation are so dissimilar. Kylo can see the tactical advantage to having a sniper but Ji typically prefers doing things on her own rather than as part of a unit. Even in the instances in which the whole of the Knights operate together, she keeps herself distant and separate - not unlike himself - where there is a version of camaraderie between the others that might be considered strange by Resistance or even First Order standards but registers as normal to the warriors he knows. The thought spurs the heaviness of his gaze toward the opening of the mine shaft, wondering, before he turns to look up at Rey again with his mouth pressed into a thin line. The flat shine of Aurren's helmet winks at him out of his peripheral vision. )
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He feels oddly hollow and displaced by it now, seeing no advantageous benefit to its appearance the way that he had before, despite being intrigued, a little amused, and somewhat enticed by it. Kylo assumes it has something to do with their connection, this bond, and isn't surprised to find disappointment rooting around in the interior of it as he slips gloved fingers underneath the thick fastening at Aurren Ren's neck to let the dead Knight's cloak fall away from his shoulders, but he is surprised to find that there is no headbutting anger of his own rising to meet Rey's lack of effort in disguising her opinions of his choices and his character. He won't make excuses or apologies for who he is or what he's done. They would ring hollow anyway.
Kylo keeps his head down as he removes armor and ammunition from Aurren's body - he has a number of flash grenades and a utility belt that would make a weapon's enthusiast aroused - and only looks up when Rey reappears at the window with a scraping sound, shoving a flimsy-looking metal crate through the frame at him. He's just in time to catch it, which he does with a scowl, flashing a wave of irritation at her and repressing the urge to send a rude hand gesture her way as well. Someone has to be the bigger person, here. )
Yes. ( His answer at first is simple, as she hasn't asked for specifics, intending to leave it at that as he sets the crate down at Aurren's feet. Sweat has soaked through his clothing around his neck and under his arms and at the small of his back, and his pant leg is sticky and unpleasant where the tear in his flesh gapes. Kylo presses a hand against it and wills it to stop throbbing in the interest of appearing less than invincible when she is this angry with him, and exhales, long, through his nose. ) Aurren Ren is a newer initiate, but not the newest. As you can see, he has a certain appreciation for firearms. ( Kylo kicks one of Aurren's boot heels and decides not to strip them off as they look too big for Rey and too small for himself. It's a moment before he speaks again, some of his irritation burning away in the wake of contemplative reflection. ) I have to wonder if Ji brought him with her, or if he tried to collect the glory of the bounty for himself.
( It seems a likelier reality than the two of them partnering up for this task when their styles of direct confrontation are so dissimilar. Kylo can see the tactical advantage to having a sniper but Ji typically prefers doing things on her own rather than as part of a unit. Even in the instances in which the whole of the Knights operate together, she keeps herself distant and separate - not unlike himself - where there is a version of camaraderie between the others that might be considered strange by Resistance or even First Order standards but registers as normal to the warriors he knows. The thought spurs the heaviness of his gaze toward the opening of the mine shaft, wondering, before he turns to look up at Rey again with his mouth pressed into a thin line. The flat shine of Aurren's helmet winks at him out of his peripheral vision. )
You're very angry with me.