( It is hardly the worst thing that he has ever done, voluntarily or inadvertently. He doesn't possess the dexterity that Rey does in separating one string of events from the other as they have transpired to bring them to this hollow, practically inadequate ditch that will have to serve as a grave, however much Kylo does not intend to mark it. The Knights themselves are meant to function as a unit, an extended arm, rather than individual faces and identities, regardless of how much they may be carved out as intrinsic parts of the individuals who labor behind the masks that they all wear. Ren is a title, a privilege, a fact that even Kylo recognizes as the head of the organization that spreads beneath him like a splayed hand.
He would expect no such distinction were he to fall, but he never has, never to them, at any rate, and he isn't sure whether or not he should find it strange or fitting that the only person to ever see him flat on his back currently occupies the same space, physically and otherwise, as him, as if the reward for her ability, her determination, is the black plume of his presence inviting discord like a lightning rod. The time for adequate consideration of such a phenomenon is long past, wrapped up in the blanket of his own weariness, more pervasive than he could have expected, and Kylo does wonder how much of it is his own and how much of it is a mutual exasperation shared by the both of them, as Rey lifts the door and deposits what's left of the burnt up Knight into the hole they have dug between them.
Filling in the pit takes less time than digging it had, though toward the end of it, he throws what's left of the dirt into the hole with a push through the Force, eager to see the task done and their trek continued in the interest of closing his eyes. )
I don't know much of wildlife here - ( He begins after a moment spent staring at the lump that denotes the location of the body, and rather than an appropriate burial spot, Kylo regards it as more of a landmark back to the location of the ship than anything sentimental. ) - but I can't anything digging deep enough to reach down that far. It should serve adequately as a grave.
HOORAY YOU MADE IT. you better sleep in until like noon every single day
He would expect no such distinction were he to fall, but he never has, never to them, at any rate, and he isn't sure whether or not he should find it strange or fitting that the only person to ever see him flat on his back currently occupies the same space, physically and otherwise, as him, as if the reward for her ability, her determination, is the black plume of his presence inviting discord like a lightning rod. The time for adequate consideration of such a phenomenon is long past, wrapped up in the blanket of his own weariness, more pervasive than he could have expected, and Kylo does wonder how much of it is his own and how much of it is a mutual exasperation shared by the both of them, as Rey lifts the door and deposits what's left of the burnt up Knight into the hole they have dug between them.
Filling in the pit takes less time than digging it had, though toward the end of it, he throws what's left of the dirt into the hole with a push through the Force, eager to see the task done and their trek continued in the interest of closing his eyes. )
I don't know much of wildlife here - ( He begins after a moment spent staring at the lump that denotes the location of the body, and rather than an appropriate burial spot, Kylo regards it as more of a landmark back to the location of the ship than anything sentimental. ) - but I can't anything digging deep enough to reach down that far. It should serve adequately as a grave.