( Not birth, not necessarily, or at least not in the way that she might envision in her mind. But then again, maybe. If there were anyone outside of his own self who might be able to attest to the terms and conditions of his introduction to the Force, it might be Rey, but there are certain things that Kylo keeps under lock and key and far away from even himself, let alone her and the access that she carries to the furthest corners of his mind. He had been present for her introduction into the concept himself, but despite asking the question, he isn't all surprised to have found her relying instinctively on physicality rather than the introduction - if it could even be called that anymore, considering how much time has passed - of her own abilities. A lifetime of sand and hard loneliness, of relying on her own strength and prowess, have molded her. )
Caf. ( He corrects, once they have displaced the remains and his hand has come away from his mouth in an attempt to shield his tongue and the back of his throat from the upward swirl of dust and ash and flaked, black skin that climbs higher than their heads once they deposit Aurren's body onto the metal slab. While Rey kicks her feet to disturb the dirt in an attempt to cover their tracks, so to speak, Kylo drops to a knee with a diagonal sort of lean, favoring the injury on his leg, to secure a bit of fibercord scavenged from the remains of the administrative buildings to the door so that they can drag it behind them. He looks up at her without a smile, though there's the suggestion of one hanging around his eyes. )
It's also helpful in making the bed and starting the morning shower. ( He arches an eyebrow and straightens back up with as much dignity and grace as he's able to, winding the fibercord into a tight circle around his palm. ) You haven't covered this in training?
this is the worst tag i'm so sorry this weekend has been insanely busy and it's only saturday
Caf. ( He corrects, once they have displaced the remains and his hand has come away from his mouth in an attempt to shield his tongue and the back of his throat from the upward swirl of dust and ash and flaked, black skin that climbs higher than their heads once they deposit Aurren's body onto the metal slab. While Rey kicks her feet to disturb the dirt in an attempt to cover their tracks, so to speak, Kylo drops to a knee with a diagonal sort of lean, favoring the injury on his leg, to secure a bit of fibercord scavenged from the remains of the administrative buildings to the door so that they can drag it behind them. He looks up at her without a smile, though there's the suggestion of one hanging around his eyes. )
It's also helpful in making the bed and starting the morning shower. ( He arches an eyebrow and straightens back up with as much dignity and grace as he's able to, winding the fibercord into a tight circle around his palm. ) You haven't covered this in training?