( A door closes heavy and loud down the alley, catching his attention in a very careful way, head snapping to attention immediately and searching for the cause of the commotion through the tendons and sinews that comprise the world around them. He searches, locates, and pushes, an uncontained blast of energy through the Force that strikes out with the immediacy of a blaster discharging and feels the tumble of whoever has been eavesdropping as much as he can hear it, a combustion of furniture and shattered glass, a scream, then silence.
His attention is back on Rey in an instant, on the humming pulse of the saber in her hand, pushing his own displeasure at his own distraction to the back of his mind in the wake of dealing with her directly, on the lapping of waves and the shifting of dunes that spring to the forefront of her mind almost immediately. He wonders if it's a crutch or if it's something that, now that he's seen it, she can't shake him away from, if they will wander her wastelands and utopias until she learns to repel him once and for all. Until she learns to push back. Her nails biting his skin, digging into the bones of his wrist. There is so little distance between them now that if he were to run her through with his blade from behind he would have no hope but to impale himself as well. He can see the scorching sand and sun reflected back in her irises, cutting at him through the visor of his helmet.
Kylo tosses her back physically, strong enough to knock her off balance without the use of the Force but employing it somewhat to send her sprawling. He trips the switch of his lightsaber and cuts it off, not belting it but holding it so tightly that he knows his knuckles are white under the leather. )
We're done here.
( He doesn't wait for her to pick herself up before turning away. )
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His attention is back on Rey in an instant, on the humming pulse of the saber in her hand, pushing his own displeasure at his own distraction to the back of his mind in the wake of dealing with her directly, on the lapping of waves and the shifting of dunes that spring to the forefront of her mind almost immediately. He wonders if it's a crutch or if it's something that, now that he's seen it, she can't shake him away from, if they will wander her wastelands and utopias until she learns to repel him once and for all. Until she learns to push back. Her nails biting his skin, digging into the bones of his wrist. There is so little distance between them now that if he were to run her through with his blade from behind he would have no hope but to impale himself as well. He can see the scorching sand and sun reflected back in her irises, cutting at him through the visor of his helmet.
Kylo tosses her back physically, strong enough to knock her off balance without the use of the Force but employing it somewhat to send her sprawling. He trips the switch of his lightsaber and cuts it off, not belting it but holding it so tightly that he knows his knuckles are white under the leather. )
We're done here.
( He doesn't wait for her to pick herself up before turning away. )