[ Something about him casting a spotlight on the tempered fury that stirs under her skin only aggravates it, like grit that she can't pry up from under her nails, and the effort of biting it back tightens Rey's jaw. Strong arms vault her easily out of the window, and her boots kick up dust as they plant back on the outside ground; the bones of the offices sigh and creak with the short-lived force of her weight.
For a moment, her only reply is to shoot him a curt, impatient look that insults the necessary observational powers to declare something so obvious. Rather than clarify as he seems to want her to, Rey drags the blanket from inside the crate and begins to tear strips of it off in shreds. Each frayed piece drifts to the body that lies between them, its simple presence a glaring reminder of the reasons for her anger and mistrust, a bantha occupying the space between them without ever being addressed. ]
You lied to me. [ Perhaps most surprising is not that she has developed the capacity to consider his slights to be betrayal, which demands some measure of trust, but rather that he had done something she perceives as deceptive in the first place. That fact alone lends some measure of doubt to her interpretation, but Rey charges on all the same, now stubbornly ignoring the fact that, even as her enemy, Kylo Ren had not lied to her but told her his truths, or truths she was not ready to hear. ] You let me believe it was Snoke who brought the darkness in, but it wasn't. It was you all along.
[ Rey pulls the tank of spare fuel—a few quarts, no more, enough to shuttle a speeder to and from tertiary mines for additional supplies if an emergency came—from the crate and pops the lid off, then shakes it out upside down with vigor over Aurren Ren. The brackish, transparent yellow fluid splashes up onto Kylo in some part as she does. ]
She was helpless, and you were going to kill her. Because it was easy.
[ Hell, he did kill the man below them, and she doesn't for a minute believe that was a necessity either—but at least he'd been actively firing upon them. Ji was … Quick. Easier. A matter of diverging from the difficult path for something rooted in simplicity and clean breaks, something understandable. Rey throws the emptied metal tank across the dirt of the open mouth of the mine where they stand, kicking up more dust. It's always dust. She hates it. She's had enough dust for ten lifetimes. ]
Even you know that was wrong.
[ She knows because he wouldn't have done it to her. Rey doesn't allow the awareness to unsettle her like it tries to, and instead holds onto the comforting security blanket of her anger. ]
The monster in the shadows of your mind was never Snoke, it wasn't just his influence, it was you.
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For a moment, her only reply is to shoot him a curt, impatient look that insults the necessary observational powers to declare something so obvious. Rather than clarify as he seems to want her to, Rey drags the blanket from inside the crate and begins to tear strips of it off in shreds. Each frayed piece drifts to the body that lies between them, its simple presence a glaring reminder of the reasons for her anger and mistrust, a bantha occupying the space between them without ever being addressed. ]
You lied to me. [ Perhaps most surprising is not that she has developed the capacity to consider his slights to be betrayal, which demands some measure of trust, but rather that he had done something she perceives as deceptive in the first place. That fact alone lends some measure of doubt to her interpretation, but Rey charges on all the same, now stubbornly ignoring the fact that, even as her enemy, Kylo Ren had not lied to her but told her his truths, or truths she was not ready to hear. ] You let me believe it was Snoke who brought the darkness in, but it wasn't. It was you all along.
[ Rey pulls the tank of spare fuel—a few quarts, no more, enough to shuttle a speeder to and from tertiary mines for additional supplies if an emergency came—from the crate and pops the lid off, then shakes it out upside down with vigor over Aurren Ren. The brackish, transparent yellow fluid splashes up onto Kylo in some part as she does. ]
She was helpless, and you were going to kill her. Because it was easy.
[ Hell, he did kill the man below them, and she doesn't for a minute believe that was a necessity either—but at least he'd been actively firing upon them. Ji was … Quick. Easier. A matter of diverging from the difficult path for something rooted in simplicity and clean breaks, something understandable. Rey throws the emptied metal tank across the dirt of the open mouth of the mine where they stand, kicking up more dust. It's always dust. She hates it. She's had enough dust for ten lifetimes. ]
Even you know that was wrong.
[ She knows because he wouldn't have done it to her. Rey doesn't allow the awareness to unsettle her like it tries to, and instead holds onto the comforting security blanket of her anger. ]
The monster in the shadows of your mind was never Snoke, it wasn't just his influence, it was you.