( Even without the bond, Rey's desire to prove her superior worth and strength would be visible from a mile away, and even without that perception, Kylo would still do his best in order to prove her wrong. His best is operating at about half the speed and stamina as is typically only means that his outward exertion is greater than it should be despite the circumstances, despite the flap in his trousers and the steady pulse up and down the pillar of his leg with every step that he takes. The pain is not as great as the discomfort, but he grits his teeth and casts a sidelong glance at Rey as they move all the same, unwilling and uninterested in opening up a line of conversation while they work.
He does have to shorten his strides somewhat in order for them to match evenly with one another, but it's less an acquiescence to her lead and more an acknowledgement of necessity. It also isn't the first time that he has done this without question, though their current circumstances are somewhat different than trudging across the muddy grounds of the temporary Resistance camp following the First Order's defeat on Corellia, to say the least. Part of him categorizes their pissing contest as ridiculous given the situation they find themselves in - and not just the absurdity and bleakness of Concordia but the whole of it: the war and the bond and their undeniable tether to one another despite either of those things - but still the rest of him is not at all surprised or disappointed to find that they are both eager to prove themselves all the way to the treeline.
Kylo straightens up once they break into the shadowy canopy, wiping sweat off the back of his neck with one gloved hand. It's darker underneath the trees than beyond them, surely, but the light is still enough that he can make out Rey's expression and the line her gaze traces up the hillside, rocky and uneven. His thoughts follow hers almost to a T, though he deviates from that course of consideration in order to prioritize on the task at hand. It seems a safer course than questioning her with something scathing that will do nothing more than annoy and needle her. For as irritated with the entire situation as he feels underneath the heavy layer of exhaustion, which in turn is nestled underneath their shared responsibility in seeing all of this done, there is little point in continuing to put them further at odds. )
It won't be an easy climb up. ( The door hits the dirt and sends a scattering of earth and other detritus flying in a puff. What's left of Aurren Ren shifts and shudders on the slab of metal; the weak point of his wrist snaps and the charred remains of a hand lolls sideways. Kylo barely notices, too busy eyeing the rifle where it hangs over Rey's shoulder and back. He has never used the Force to dig, though it doesn't seem like an impossibility, especially as the ground seems somewhat forgiving in this area. On the tail end of a hasty decision, the warm leather of his glove comes down a little harder than intended, as if out of practice, on her shoulder. ) One thing at a time, come on.
( They'll have to use their hands - and the Force - but the pit does not have to be particularly deep for their purposes. )
i have never understood. i think making it to the end means things should be easier
He does have to shorten his strides somewhat in order for them to match evenly with one another, but it's less an acquiescence to her lead and more an acknowledgement of necessity. It also isn't the first time that he has done this without question, though their current circumstances are somewhat different than trudging across the muddy grounds of the temporary Resistance camp following the First Order's defeat on Corellia, to say the least. Part of him categorizes their pissing contest as ridiculous given the situation they find themselves in - and not just the absurdity and bleakness of Concordia but the whole of it: the war and the bond and their undeniable tether to one another despite either of those things - but still the rest of him is not at all surprised or disappointed to find that they are both eager to prove themselves all the way to the treeline.
Kylo straightens up once they break into the shadowy canopy, wiping sweat off the back of his neck with one gloved hand. It's darker underneath the trees than beyond them, surely, but the light is still enough that he can make out Rey's expression and the line her gaze traces up the hillside, rocky and uneven. His thoughts follow hers almost to a T, though he deviates from that course of consideration in order to prioritize on the task at hand. It seems a safer course than questioning her with something scathing that will do nothing more than annoy and needle her. For as irritated with the entire situation as he feels underneath the heavy layer of exhaustion, which in turn is nestled underneath their shared responsibility in seeing all of this done, there is little point in continuing to put them further at odds. )
It won't be an easy climb up. ( The door hits the dirt and sends a scattering of earth and other detritus flying in a puff. What's left of Aurren Ren shifts and shudders on the slab of metal; the weak point of his wrist snaps and the charred remains of a hand lolls sideways. Kylo barely notices, too busy eyeing the rifle where it hangs over Rey's shoulder and back. He has never used the Force to dig, though it doesn't seem like an impossibility, especially as the ground seems somewhat forgiving in this area. On the tail end of a hasty decision, the warm leather of his glove comes down a little harder than intended, as if out of practice, on her shoulder. ) One thing at a time, come on.
( They'll have to use their hands - and the Force - but the pit does not have to be particularly deep for their purposes. )