[ Turning to look up at her foe, Rey finds herself studying him for a moment's silence, searching out the reason for his question—does he hope to instill the hopeless inevitability of that outcome on her? Does he merely wish to bind the focus to her fate instead of his? Or does he have some sort of genuine investment in the answer, in where her chips may fall?
There is, of course, the other possibility. That the Resistance no longer exists because it is one with the Republic again, and there is no First Order to resist—that they've won. With the Falcon, she could go anywhere, but she imagines she might first stop on Takodana, then join Luke in addressing the resurgence of the Force.
The furrow of her brow persists in her scrutiny, even if she doesn't project her curiosity into his mind—even if he does not draw lines of the sort, she will. That answer will not make it any easier to sort the good from the bad in this muddled mess of a war, and the dirt-caked scavenger from the outer rim, now out of her depth, does not need anything more to confuse her. ]
If I can't kill Snoke, then I'll make him kill me. I won't be a slave: my power does not belong to him. [ Her voice holds little malice; it is clean and straightforward, as simple as if she had long since made that decision. Now, though, she thinks of the eventuality, the potential for that to be precisely what happens, and reflects on what she saw of Ren's mind. ] I suppose he'd make you do it. I've known men like Snoke; you're never done proving yourself to them.
[ She knows he would do it too, even if he hasn't yet. The man who could look his father in the eye and run him through, unflinching, to solidify his bond to the darkness would not shy away from the murder of what they only looked on as a potential soldier. The trouble she caused them would soon outweigh her value.
Now, she is the one refusing to flinch as she stares into the black pits of his eyes and airs her morbid curiosity, ] Would you make it quick? [ He had given Han Solo that much, though she wagered it was as much a necessity for Kylo Ren to hold steady to his path as it was a mercy. ]
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There is, of course, the other possibility. That the Resistance no longer exists because it is one with the Republic again, and there is no First Order to resist—that they've won. With the Falcon, she could go anywhere, but she imagines she might first stop on Takodana, then join Luke in addressing the resurgence of the Force.
The furrow of her brow persists in her scrutiny, even if she doesn't project her curiosity into his mind—even if he does not draw lines of the sort, she will. That answer will not make it any easier to sort the good from the bad in this muddled mess of a war, and the dirt-caked scavenger from the outer rim, now out of her depth, does not need anything more to confuse her. ]
If I can't kill Snoke, then I'll make him kill me. I won't be a slave: my power does not belong to him. [ Her voice holds little malice; it is clean and straightforward, as simple as if she had long since made that decision. Now, though, she thinks of the eventuality, the potential for that to be precisely what happens, and reflects on what she saw of Ren's mind. ] I suppose he'd make you do it. I've known men like Snoke; you're never done proving yourself to them.
[ She knows he would do it too, even if he hasn't yet. The man who could look his father in the eye and run him through, unflinching, to solidify his bond to the darkness would not shy away from the murder of what they only looked on as a potential soldier. The trouble she caused them would soon outweigh her value.
Now, she is the one refusing to flinch as she stares into the black pits of his eyes and airs her morbid curiosity, ] Would you make it quick? [ He had given Han Solo that much, though she wagered it was as much a necessity for Kylo Ren to hold steady to his path as it was a mercy. ]