[ The fact that he has complimented her doesn't appropriately process until long after he's finished his entire scowling tirade against the Hapans—well after, in fact, because he distracts her with the unpleasant truth of the scattered Resistance. Any power they had gained, any progress made, any shift in their standing in this war was in jeopardy, a question unanswered in their current position, and though she could use her senses to reach out and try to manifest some answer to placate her worry, it was not the same as actual understanding of the specifics in such a situation. Alive did not mean well, not anymore.
Rey, then, begrudgingly must give merit to the curmudgeon climbing below her and his bias, permitting him his loathing and even harboring simmering sour sentiments. It is pedantry now to point out that he was unkind towards the Hapans well before they had turned the Resistance away. ]
I didn't realize you thought so poorly of enemies of the Resistance. [ And then, finally, after the words have left her mouth, an unspoken follow up as a lock clicking into place, wondering at the fact that he thought so consistently highly of her. Few have, and Rey herself regularly feels like she's merely scrambling to get by in all of this, but Kylo has another perspective on the matter, often revealing a high estimation of her capability and (apparently) her good looks.
She can't decide how she feels about it, so she leaves it behind in the dust of her climb, a few tiny rocks crumbling away from the wall as she disrupts them while grabbing onto larger ones. The higher they go, the more trees intermittently break up the rocky precipice, jutting out between stones in gnarled loops as they stretch ever upward. Rey seizes onto one of them, loops her arm around, and turns to reach down for him, an open hand offered out in acknowledgment of his struggle and her experience. Greater height for her might mean leaving the complications of her thoughts behind, but for him, it's likely to mean the pain in his leg growing and straining. ]
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Rey, then, begrudgingly must give merit to the curmudgeon climbing below her and his bias, permitting him his loathing and even harboring simmering sour sentiments. It is pedantry now to point out that he was unkind towards the Hapans well before they had turned the Resistance away. ]
I didn't realize you thought so poorly of enemies of the Resistance. [ And then, finally, after the words have left her mouth, an unspoken follow up as a lock clicking into place, wondering at the fact that he thought so consistently highly of her. Few have, and Rey herself regularly feels like she's merely scrambling to get by in all of this, but Kylo has another perspective on the matter, often revealing a high estimation of her capability and (apparently) her good looks.
She can't decide how she feels about it, so she leaves it behind in the dust of her climb, a few tiny rocks crumbling away from the wall as she disrupts them while grabbing onto larger ones. The higher they go, the more trees intermittently break up the rocky precipice, jutting out between stones in gnarled loops as they stretch ever upward. Rey seizes onto one of them, loops her arm around, and turns to reach down for him, an open hand offered out in acknowledgment of his struggle and her experience. Greater height for her might mean leaving the complications of her thoughts behind, but for him, it's likely to mean the pain in his leg growing and straining. ]