He isn't wrong. ( Is the closest approximation of agreeing with Skywalker as she is likely to ever hear from his mouth, let alone the conjoined consensus of his thoughts. It has little to do with agreeing with her master and more to do with respecting the weapon's history - where it comes from and who it has belonged to, even if that consideration merits less twitching and yelling on his part than it might have previously.
Her imitation of Skywalker's voice helps, too, though that is admittedly a more personal, mean-spirited appreciation than anything else, and as a result, Kylo's mouth is more inclined to curl at the sides in his version of what constitutes as a smile, giving the quality of his voice a less reprimanding tone than his phrasing might suggest. ) That lightsaber was wielded by many great Jedi before you, but one of them was Skywalker himself, so maybe take his mysticism with a grain of salt.
( Being given access to some amount of skin means that he takes all that he can get as a consequence, sliding the flat of his palm over the jut of her hip on his way up her back, though he lets the callouses on his palm scratch over the fabric of her shirt for that, for the sake of his wrist catching on her clothing. He can feel the thrum of her heartbeat through her ribs at her back, and residual frustration melts into that sensation somewhat, like diviners reading lines on a palm albeit with a little more accuracy. ) You'll finish. ( Kylo maneuvers on the chair, a little, scooting it in a bit and noticing the way the light catches the deep groove in the kyber. A stone settles low in his abdomen, a deep and penetrating thunk of a ripple, and he curls his fingers around Rey's and moves it to lay over the handgrip, where the wire lays exposed. ) The crystal fits right in between the vent irises, here, but the conductive plate looks a little warped, so it should be reshaped as much as possible first, and then you're able to put the crystal back in.
( That this thing has not blown up yet is a modern miracle. )
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Her imitation of Skywalker's voice helps, too, though that is admittedly a more personal, mean-spirited appreciation than anything else, and as a result, Kylo's mouth is more inclined to curl at the sides in his version of what constitutes as a smile, giving the quality of his voice a less reprimanding tone than his phrasing might suggest. ) That lightsaber was wielded by many great Jedi before you, but one of them was Skywalker himself, so maybe take his mysticism with a grain of salt.
( Being given access to some amount of skin means that he takes all that he can get as a consequence, sliding the flat of his palm over the jut of her hip on his way up her back, though he lets the callouses on his palm scratch over the fabric of her shirt for that, for the sake of his wrist catching on her clothing. He can feel the thrum of her heartbeat through her ribs at her back, and residual frustration melts into that sensation somewhat, like diviners reading lines on a palm albeit with a little more accuracy. ) You'll finish. ( Kylo maneuvers on the chair, a little, scooting it in a bit and noticing the way the light catches the deep groove in the kyber. A stone settles low in his abdomen, a deep and penetrating thunk of a ripple, and he curls his fingers around Rey's and moves it to lay over the handgrip, where the wire lays exposed. ) The crystal fits right in between the vent irises, here, but the conductive plate looks a little warped, so it should be reshaped as much as possible first, and then you're able to put the crystal back in.
( That this thing has not blown up yet is a modern miracle. )