[ The answer is simpler than the task by far; learning to shut him out was the first necessity of her training, clearing her mind and controlling the flow of information. She'd figured it out faster than he had—but then, there was every possibility that Snoke didn't want to train him in that and run the risk of Kylo shutting him out as well—the Resistance was able to do less with the information she'd gleaned from Kylo based on sheer numbers alone than the First Order could have done with what she was hiding. It was worth the risk, maybe.
But the result of that imbalance from the start has been its persistence: she has seen far more of his mind now, despite the circumstances of their bond's creation on Starkiller, than he has of hers. She prefers it that way, all truths told, for it gives her some measure of leverage and of distance, both of which she needs in order to be able to manage the responsibility and weight of this mantle she has taken up out of necessity, out of perceived debt to Leia Organa.
Her movements are ceaseless, practiced enough to look tireless and simple, and she picks through trees as the ground becomes steadily rockier closer to the cliff. She steps up close to the cliff, hoists herself up, and makes an effort at the first few feet of the climb. From six feet up, without gazing down at him, she affords the conversation further attention again. ]
That's a broad brush to paint the Hapans with. They were kind enough. [ To her, without knowing her for a Jedi. She doesn't think too hard on it, content to allow her experience to make an effort at disproving Kylo's prejudices. ] What makes you think so poorly of them? [ Her thoughts, though, are on Leia, Luke, Finn, and Chewie, wondering what became of the situation there, wondering if they were all right. She finds herself reaching out, casting a net up into the stars as if to reach for them. ]
it's been like 3 solid days of work + cosplay i'm actually dying. tomorrow too, then con
[ The answer is simpler than the task by far; learning to shut him out was the first necessity of her training, clearing her mind and controlling the flow of information. She'd figured it out faster than he had—but then, there was every possibility that Snoke didn't want to train him in that and run the risk of Kylo shutting him out as well—the Resistance was able to do less with the information she'd gleaned from Kylo based on sheer numbers alone than the First Order could have done with what she was hiding. It was worth the risk, maybe.
But the result of that imbalance from the start has been its persistence: she has seen far more of his mind now, despite the circumstances of their bond's creation on Starkiller, than he has of hers. She prefers it that way, all truths told, for it gives her some measure of leverage and of distance, both of which she needs in order to be able to manage the responsibility and weight of this mantle she has taken up out of necessity, out of perceived debt to Leia Organa.
Her movements are ceaseless, practiced enough to look tireless and simple, and she picks through trees as the ground becomes steadily rockier closer to the cliff. She steps up close to the cliff, hoists herself up, and makes an effort at the first few feet of the climb. From six feet up, without gazing down at him, she affords the conversation further attention again. ]
That's a broad brush to paint the Hapans with. They were kind enough. [ To her, without knowing her for a Jedi. She doesn't think too hard on it, content to allow her experience to make an effort at disproving Kylo's prejudices. ] What makes you think so poorly of them? [ Her thoughts, though, are on Leia, Luke, Finn, and Chewie, wondering what became of the situation there, wondering if they were all right. She finds herself reaching out, casting a net up into the stars as if to reach for them. ]