[ The sudden explosion startles her, even if in a split second she knows it's him, enough to whip her head to the side to glance uneasily at the old emergency alert system over her shoulder. The tension dissipates a moment later, though, and peace settles over her as she accepts that this outburst might just be the most he's willing to do for the time being.
Calm, if weary, Rey turns her gaze back to her captive and tilts her head in consideration as she corrects him. ] Balance.
[ Karmic retribution, she might say, if the word weren't so thoroughly loaded with vengeful thirst. What she did here, she did for his sake as much as the Resistance's, though she didn't expect that he would see it immediately.
The repurposed airlock is simple enough in construction, and though not ideal, the best case scenario they could find on short notice to hold a Force-user. Of course, there was nothing in the world that could hold one that did not want to be held indefinitely: the Resistance was well aware that their only real hope was to get through to him, to sever the link between Kylo Ren and Snoke enough that he could make that choice for himself in the fullest of definitions.
The bunk, if it could graciously be dubbed such, was a thin pad on a metal shelf, wedged at the back of the ten-foot containment chamber, flush against the exterior wall of the one-time carrier. For someone like Rey, it would have been more comfortable than the thick cushions that the Resistance bases featured, but to anyone who wasn't used to sleeping on hard bare metal or sand, a misery. On the other side, durable glass designed to withstand the vacuum of space and then some, with a pressure seal that Rey's eyes caught as soon as she entered the room, pegging it for damaged to worthlessness.
Rey stood with her feet by the damaged portion, central to the circular glass, mere inches from the barrier, as though she had been intent on watching him. ]
You've been asleep for some time: it won't be long before Snoke reaches out for you. It would be to your benefit to warn me if he can do anything to you across such a distance.
[ Though she is matter-of-fact in her delivery, Rey makes no effort to mask the small measure of compassionate earnest that motivates her line of questioning: she would believe herself capable of stopping it, or at least weakening it. Supporting what she more or less offered as an olive branch was the fact that she did not reach out to comb his mind for the answer, but waited for him to tell her, a foolish overcorrection that she felt bound to by her previous behavior. Balance. ]
excellent preparation
Calm, if weary, Rey turns her gaze back to her captive and tilts her head in consideration as she corrects him. ] Balance.
[ Karmic retribution, she might say, if the word weren't so thoroughly loaded with vengeful thirst. What she did here, she did for his sake as much as the Resistance's, though she didn't expect that he would see it immediately.
The repurposed airlock is simple enough in construction, and though not ideal, the best case scenario they could find on short notice to hold a Force-user. Of course, there was nothing in the world that could hold one that did not want to be held indefinitely: the Resistance was well aware that their only real hope was to get through to him, to sever the link between Kylo Ren and Snoke enough that he could make that choice for himself in the fullest of definitions.
The bunk, if it could graciously be dubbed such, was a thin pad on a metal shelf, wedged at the back of the ten-foot containment chamber, flush against the exterior wall of the one-time carrier. For someone like Rey, it would have been more comfortable than the thick cushions that the Resistance bases featured, but to anyone who wasn't used to sleeping on hard bare metal or sand, a misery. On the other side, durable glass designed to withstand the vacuum of space and then some, with a pressure seal that Rey's eyes caught as soon as she entered the room, pegging it for damaged to worthlessness.
Rey stood with her feet by the damaged portion, central to the circular glass, mere inches from the barrier, as though she had been intent on watching him. ]
You've been asleep for some time: it won't be long before Snoke reaches out for you. It would be to your benefit to warn me if he can do anything to you across such a distance.
[ Though she is matter-of-fact in her delivery, Rey makes no effort to mask the small measure of compassionate earnest that motivates her line of questioning: she would believe herself capable of stopping it, or at least weakening it. Supporting what she more or less offered as an olive branch was the fact that she did not reach out to comb his mind for the answer, but waited for him to tell her, a foolish overcorrection that she felt bound to by her previous behavior. Balance. ]