[ Instantly, there's a flash of anger she hasn't quite learned to control, primal and instinctual, sprawled across the dusty ground for all of a heartbeat before she's launching to her feet, righteously indignant and certainly less interested in letting that insult go. Her lightsaber is still on, scorch marks crisscrossing in the dirt around her and she lifts an open palm and focuses— pushes back at Kylo until he stumbles, catching his robe in her mental grip as she keeps the barest hint of a hold on him. ] I'm not something you can crush beneath your boot, Kylo Ren.
[ Her brow already damp with the effort of holding him there, she shoves her way back into his mind, engulfed instantly in the murky, suffocating fear he has roiling around inside him, anger, self loathing, rage; but she can feel that modest little spark, too, buried deep but there, warm and bright as an ember, flickering but not fading. I see you. Suddenly she's standing in his mental landscape, looking up into his face plainly, mask discarded even as they stand locked, feet from each other in the physical world, his back to her. Stop running from it. The landscape shifts and they're bathed in scorching sunlight on the sands of Jakku, miles and miles of dune sea spread before them. It wavers again and they're face to face at the viewpoint on the Finalizer, cold, unyielding steel, the murmur of voices busy and indistinct around them. Alone.
Rey holds his gaze, something imperceptible filtering between two minds so closely mingled together for one perfect moment that she can't tell where she begins and he ends, and her hand wavers and she loses her grasp on him— or unconsciously releases, she isn't certain, drawing in a deep breath sharply as she pants, unsteady but still on guard. He might kill her now, or try. ]
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[ Her brow already damp with the effort of holding him there, she shoves her way back into his mind, engulfed instantly in the murky, suffocating fear he has roiling around inside him, anger, self loathing, rage; but she can feel that modest little spark, too, buried deep but there, warm and bright as an ember, flickering but not fading. I see you. Suddenly she's standing in his mental landscape, looking up into his face plainly, mask discarded even as they stand locked, feet from each other in the physical world, his back to her. Stop running from it. The landscape shifts and they're bathed in scorching sunlight on the sands of Jakku, miles and miles of dune sea spread before them. It wavers again and they're face to face at the viewpoint on the Finalizer, cold, unyielding steel, the murmur of voices busy and indistinct around them. Alone.
Rey holds his gaze, something imperceptible filtering between two minds so closely mingled together for one perfect moment that she can't tell where she begins and he ends, and her hand wavers and she loses her grasp on him— or unconsciously releases, she isn't certain, drawing in a deep breath sharply as she pants, unsteady but still on guard. He might kill her now, or try. ]