( A direct line leading away from the path that smaller, incorporeal and more foolish feet once walked is a line he will gladly take, even in the event that it leads him to the brick wall of her admission. Kylo's steps falter somewhat, only insofar as they cease to continue for a moment, allowing some small amount of distance to separate them as Rey continues walking and he allows himself to breathe in both the luxury of oxygen, rife with dust sent up by the flurry of their footsteps but tasting clearer than it has since before the mines, and the gravity of her statement.
Ahch-To, admittedly, is a planet that he has never heard of, a planet that he by all rights should not be able to conceptualize and yet it blooms like a garden in the forefront of his mind, widening before eyes that take in only the slope of Rey's shoulders and back, the color of her hair and the strength of her legs as they climb ever onward. Instead of rocks and the rough side of a slanted hillside, trees around and behind them, he sees that island not necessarily as he remembers it from the confines of Rey's private thoughts but as a manifestation of her own recollection, and within that framework exists those mossy steps he had stumbled on while in the tandem connection of their momentary foray into one another's thoughts on Yaga Minor: damp air tinged with salt in the back of his throat, gray skies overhead while green and crumbling staircases spiral away down below.
It lasts only a moment, and then he is picking up the pace again, following her with the same diligence that he had followed her through the night-blasted sands of Jakku, of the ice fields and deep green forests that had come after. He frowns. )
I have little doubt that your affiliation with the Resistance will see you further than a planet full of mistrustful, pretty faces and walking carpets. ( To say nothing of where their path might take them now, with how far off course they seem to have spun in an effort to rid themselves of his personal ghosts. ) I've never even heard of Ahch-To, if you can believe it. You hid it well enough.
ALL THE SLEEP hahahaha i am so proud of your conning abilities
Ahch-To, admittedly, is a planet that he has never heard of, a planet that he by all rights should not be able to conceptualize and yet it blooms like a garden in the forefront of his mind, widening before eyes that take in only the slope of Rey's shoulders and back, the color of her hair and the strength of her legs as they climb ever onward. Instead of rocks and the rough side of a slanted hillside, trees around and behind them, he sees that island not necessarily as he remembers it from the confines of Rey's private thoughts but as a manifestation of her own recollection, and within that framework exists those mossy steps he had stumbled on while in the tandem connection of their momentary foray into one another's thoughts on Yaga Minor: damp air tinged with salt in the back of his throat, gray skies overhead while green and crumbling staircases spiral away down below.
It lasts only a moment, and then he is picking up the pace again, following her with the same diligence that he had followed her through the night-blasted sands of Jakku, of the ice fields and deep green forests that had come after. He frowns. )
I have little doubt that your affiliation with the Resistance will see you further than a planet full of mistrustful, pretty faces and walking carpets. ( To say nothing of where their path might take them now, with how far off course they seem to have spun in an effort to rid themselves of his personal ghosts. ) I've never even heard of Ahch-To, if you can believe it. You hid it well enough.