[ Rey has never imagined drowning. Until recently, she could hardly conceptualize enough water in one place for someone to bathe, let alone drown in. But Kylo Ren's thoughts—memories? defenses?—offer every bit the vivid picture to leave her body gasping for desperate breaths between choked pauses.
She can feel it as if the experience were her own, the water turning black as it fights its way into her ears, throat, and presses at her opened eyes, burning them. Whipping her head around the rush of water, she looks up to see light, tinted and dimmed as it filters in through the surface of the ocean they are pulled under. Just as she starts to reach for the surface, fingertips straining for the light, she turns and pulls her arm into her chest, looking for him and pursuing him instead.
Then they're on the ground, and he kneels before her like a man at prayer, shoulders heavy and defeated, and the step she takes towards him makes the ground tremble. He reaches to her, and her hand extends in kind. The ground splits beneath them as fingertips brush, and she is thrust from the very real hill she stands on just as he howls at her, the explosion-induced quake ripping her from the landscape of his mind.
The light of their sabers die, leaving them in mud and darkness, ears ringing, head pounding. She turns onto her back, groaning, blinking through the ensuing daze, and she spots the smooth black of his helmet and the thick pile of his cloak around him several yards away, in the opposite direction her inheritance flew. She rolls onto her stomach, and instead of seeking it out, reaches for him, too weak in the moment to do more than lift her face out of the dirt and grasp.
Another rocket whistles as it flies in, stray suppression from the Resistance or the First Order, it's all the same from down here, and spreads the blaze around them like a sickle.
The very image of Snoke that had suffocated him in his mind was about to become a reality, and Rey honed her focus to pick herself up off the ground. The fire crackled, catching between treetops and rapidly encircling them, while she scrambled for him. ]
We have to go. [ Urgency hardens her voice at the same time as it hurries it. ] Get up. [ Hands touch his shoulder, ready to drag him if she must. This isn't enemies at war; it's pure and it's human and it's good. They may kill each other one day, but she won't leave him here to die while she saves herself. Not when she waited a lifetime for someone to be willing to come back for her and save her before Finn walked into her life. ]
OHG OOD
She can feel it as if the experience were her own, the water turning black as it fights its way into her ears, throat, and presses at her opened eyes, burning them. Whipping her head around the rush of water, she looks up to see light, tinted and dimmed as it filters in through the surface of the ocean they are pulled under. Just as she starts to reach for the surface, fingertips straining for the light, she turns and pulls her arm into her chest, looking for him and pursuing him instead.
Then they're on the ground, and he kneels before her like a man at prayer, shoulders heavy and defeated, and the step she takes towards him makes the ground tremble. He reaches to her, and her hand extends in kind. The ground splits beneath them as fingertips brush, and she is thrust from the very real hill she stands on just as he howls at her, the explosion-induced quake ripping her from the landscape of his mind.
The light of their sabers die, leaving them in mud and darkness, ears ringing, head pounding. She turns onto her back, groaning, blinking through the ensuing daze, and she spots the smooth black of his helmet and the thick pile of his cloak around him several yards away, in the opposite direction her inheritance flew. She rolls onto her stomach, and instead of seeking it out, reaches for him, too weak in the moment to do more than lift her face out of the dirt and grasp.
Another rocket whistles as it flies in, stray suppression from the Resistance or the First Order, it's all the same from down here, and spreads the blaze around them like a sickle.
The very image of Snoke that had suffocated him in his mind was about to become a reality, and Rey honed her focus to pick herself up off the ground. The fire crackled, catching between treetops and rapidly encircling them, while she scrambled for him. ]
We have to go. [ Urgency hardens her voice at the same time as it hurries it. ] Get up. [ Hands touch his shoulder, ready to drag him if she must. This isn't enemies at war; it's pure and it's human and it's good. They may kill each other one day, but she won't leave him here to die while she saves herself. Not when she waited a lifetime for someone to be willing to come back for her and save her before Finn walked into her life. ]