( He hears her return before he actually sees her, the metallic scraping of the door echoing throughout the basin that they have found themselves in and startling a flock of birds roosting in the treeline not far off from where the Falcon fades into a shadow, large and looming. As if he would return to it on his own if he didn't absolutely have to: a thought that manifests within him as much as the scowl across his face does the moment that Rey had suggested he not go back to the ship as if it were at all a task he would assign himself in the first place, as if he were a child.
Stubborn pride wills him to return just to spite her, the way that he had wandered the barracks and administrative buildings when she was retrieving supplies from the ship's cargo if only to disobey her, but Kylo keeps himself in check with the reminder that the exertion of dragging Aurren's corpse and whatever slab of metal Rey has managed to find to suit their purposes is going to require a certain amount of energy and concentration that he can't afford to waste elsewhere. He certainly wouldn't waste it on a pointless excursion back to a ship that offers him nothing save for carefully constructed reminders and, maybe, a pair of trousers too small and too old and belonging too overtly to someone else for him to ever slip them on. There's nothing for him there.
So he waits for her to return, wishing that he were wearing something more conducive to rolling his sleeves back as he plunges his hands into the smoking remains of the fire that had burned Aurren down to black char. Kylo does not drag the body all of the way out of the pit but waits for Rey to return with the door so that they can haul the remains onto it as a unit, as opposed to taxing one another individual. Of course, this is a thought that is mostly squandered the moment Rey comes into view with the door slung over her back, looking as if it weighs twice what she does. Kylo makes no move to assist her, though he does drop the pretenses of their connection in order to open his mouth with a droll tone once she slams the thing down heavily. )
Why didn't you just use the Force to carry it? ( He already knows how much she's capable of lifting: she did carry him through Corellia, after all. )
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Stubborn pride wills him to return just to spite her, the way that he had wandered the barracks and administrative buildings when she was retrieving supplies from the ship's cargo if only to disobey her, but Kylo keeps himself in check with the reminder that the exertion of dragging Aurren's corpse and whatever slab of metal Rey has managed to find to suit their purposes is going to require a certain amount of energy and concentration that he can't afford to waste elsewhere. He certainly wouldn't waste it on a pointless excursion back to a ship that offers him nothing save for carefully constructed reminders and, maybe, a pair of trousers too small and too old and belonging too overtly to someone else for him to ever slip them on. There's nothing for him there.
So he waits for her to return, wishing that he were wearing something more conducive to rolling his sleeves back as he plunges his hands into the smoking remains of the fire that had burned Aurren down to black char. Kylo does not drag the body all of the way out of the pit but waits for Rey to return with the door so that they can haul the remains onto it as a unit, as opposed to taxing one another individual. Of course, this is a thought that is mostly squandered the moment Rey comes into view with the door slung over her back, looking as if it weighs twice what she does. Kylo makes no move to assist her, though he does drop the pretenses of their connection in order to open his mouth with a droll tone once she slams the thing down heavily. )
Why didn't you just use the Force to carry it? ( He already knows how much she's capable of lifting: she did carry him through Corellia, after all. )