( Something has shorted out the wiring in his helmet. The ventilation system built within floods his nostrils and the back of his throat with an acrid, metallic taste and smell, and when he's able to breathe again and exhales, the modulator scrambles his voice like a badly tuned holostation. His ears are ringing, but the sound of a missile firing close enough to blot out the sound of battle not far enough away to be silenced brings him back some amount of focus. The view through the visor of his helmet is cracked and smeared with mud, and he watches distortedly as Rey extends an unsteady arm toward him.
It's disorienting, and in the haze of fire spreading and filling the immediate area with smoke, not so different than the landscape they were just pulled from, he can't immediately distinguish reality from the alternative. Her voice filters into his head through murky, static water, and Kylo isn't sure if it's the result of more damage done to his helmet or the speed with which he is returning to himself. Either way, it's unacceptable, and when her hand comes down on his shoulder to fist in the cloak that has unceremoniously bunched itself around his neck, it jolts something in him enough that he's able to climb up onto hands and knees.
He looks up at her and even through the screen of his mask he can see the color of her skin growing from shadowed and smeared with dirt and rainwater and sweat to bright orange with encroaching fire. The long span of his fingers reaches for her upper arm and catches in the fabric of her sleeve. No time to consider the moral implications behind her actions. Or his. Gets to his feet while shrugging her off and loses the helmet in a last ditch effort not to breathe whatever toxic mechanical failure is polluting the inside of it. That's two helmets down, and another cloak, as he unclasps the one at his throat so as not to slow him down. )
Move!
( His voice is a sonic boom under the heavy call of missiles and downed starships. The sky is alight with red-green laser fire and the bright horizon and sunset of bombs dropping in the east. Fire licks at the forest around them, and the glint of orange light chases the rounded hilt of her saber. Kylo nudges her toward it, unconsciously, barely realizing that he's doing it until it's done and they're tearing ahead of the blaze, two people so sure of where their feet fall that the dampened, trampled ground seems to pose no threat to them at all.
Until it does.
Above them, fire consumes branches and leaves, encouraged by the high winds and not drowned by the light drizzle that has started to fall. Below them, the level ground gives way into a slight decline that gradually turns into a sharp-angled hillside, until they are not so much running as they are sliding. )
/drowns in a sea of education with you
It's disorienting, and in the haze of fire spreading and filling the immediate area with smoke, not so different than the landscape they were just pulled from, he can't immediately distinguish reality from the alternative. Her voice filters into his head through murky, static water, and Kylo isn't sure if it's the result of more damage done to his helmet or the speed with which he is returning to himself. Either way, it's unacceptable, and when her hand comes down on his shoulder to fist in the cloak that has unceremoniously bunched itself around his neck, it jolts something in him enough that he's able to climb up onto hands and knees.
He looks up at her and even through the screen of his mask he can see the color of her skin growing from shadowed and smeared with dirt and rainwater and sweat to bright orange with encroaching fire. The long span of his fingers reaches for her upper arm and catches in the fabric of her sleeve. No time to consider the moral implications behind her actions. Or his. Gets to his feet while shrugging her off and loses the helmet in a last ditch effort not to breathe whatever toxic mechanical failure is polluting the inside of it. That's two helmets down, and another cloak, as he unclasps the one at his throat so as not to slow him down. )
Move!
( His voice is a sonic boom under the heavy call of missiles and downed starships. The sky is alight with red-green laser fire and the bright horizon and sunset of bombs dropping in the east. Fire licks at the forest around them, and the glint of orange light chases the rounded hilt of her saber. Kylo nudges her toward it, unconsciously, barely realizing that he's doing it until it's done and they're tearing ahead of the blaze, two people so sure of where their feet fall that the dampened, trampled ground seems to pose no threat to them at all.
Until it does.
Above them, fire consumes branches and leaves, encouraged by the high winds and not drowned by the light drizzle that has started to fall. Below them, the level ground gives way into a slight decline that gradually turns into a sharp-angled hillside, until they are not so much running as they are sliding. )