( It's as much the answer that he's expecting and oddly - or perhaps not - the one that he's hoping for, however much he disagrees that the notion of change is enough to absolve a person of the sins they have committed. He made his choices with or without outside influence, and there is no blame that can be placed anywhere other than upon his own shoulders, no one who can accept responsibility and, subsequently, the anticipated punishment and consequences of what he's done. The stop on Corellia had been just that, a stop, a detour taken until he and Rey loop back around with the inevitability of this path.
Whatever happens on it now, whatever he does or she does in the current course of events, won't change what waits for them, for him, at the end, and that is the satisfaction and validation that he looks for in the negative charge of her response. It's being right for the sake of being right, though he doesn't look for or want any semblance of pity that might normally be attached to something so self-deprecating. Questions they both know the answer to, regardless of the electrical charge that wavers and bends and molds to light and dark around them. Everything turns hypothetical or obvious in the wake of what they have carved out of one another. )
I'll wake you at first light. ( Is his only response, though Kylo knows there's a decent chance Rey will wake herself either before or right at that allotted time, the product of survival and starvation and beating the sun in some capacity. In the meantime, he will keep heavy eyes on the mouth to the mines, skirting between there and the ship and the surrounding hillsides, casting out through the Force for anything that might scuttle around the underbrush like an insect, all the while aware of the severed connection with Snoke, a sore in his mouth that he can't stop tonguing. )
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Whatever happens on it now, whatever he does or she does in the current course of events, won't change what waits for them, for him, at the end, and that is the satisfaction and validation that he looks for in the negative charge of her response. It's being right for the sake of being right, though he doesn't look for or want any semblance of pity that might normally be attached to something so self-deprecating. Questions they both know the answer to, regardless of the electrical charge that wavers and bends and molds to light and dark around them. Everything turns hypothetical or obvious in the wake of what they have carved out of one another. )
I'll wake you at first light. ( Is his only response, though Kylo knows there's a decent chance Rey will wake herself either before or right at that allotted time, the product of survival and starvation and beating the sun in some capacity. In the meantime, he will keep heavy eyes on the mouth to the mines, skirting between there and the ship and the surrounding hillsides, casting out through the Force for anything that might scuttle around the underbrush like an insect, all the while aware of the severed connection with Snoke, a sore in his mouth that he can't stop tonguing. )