( He snorts. Or, at least, gives her the closest approximation of a snort that he's able to while turning away and pacing the length of his containment cell. As he moves, he counts the number of strides it takes him to cross from one end of the bunk to the other - not many, by his estimate - while searching for any visible vulnerabilities in the construction of their crude design. Other than the damaged pressure seal that Rey stands next to, he can't find any immediate flaws despite knowing that they exist and wait to be exploited once her back is turned, once their backs are all turned. Rey affords him no such luxury for the moment, standing close to the glass that separates them as if she has been observing a new attraction on display, and he continues walking the length of the cell with the fluorescent light catching the unmuddied surfaces of his boots, reflecting dull white light back up at him. )
I fail to see how divulging that information would benefit me and not you in some way, given the circumstances.
( The thought that he should even the odds back in his own favor crosses his mind despite the threat of the Resistance just beyond the threshold. Maybe he could reach through the glass and do the same that she has done to him now, leave her unconscious on the floor while he does his damnedest to rip the bunker apart and escape, rends metal and twists wires and mows a clear path through the Resistance. Maybe he should press his hand against the glass and splay his fingers until he can feel her pulse fluttering in his palm, squeeze until she has no choice but to disarm the door and let him pass. Maybe, but Kylo can't imagine that retaliation would come easy in that regard, and something in her tone gives him pause. She's surprised him more than once today, in a number of ways he's not entirely keen on examining closely in his current situation, and he's in no mood to try only to find that he's failed and ruined his chances.
He turns his head upward, keeping her always in the scope of his peripheral vision despite knowing that it's highly unlikely she'll go anywhere. Kylo half-expects Snoke to already be inside his head and is almost surprised that it wasn't the Supreme Leader's voice in his thoughts calling him out of unconsciousness. It's unlikely that Hux has made contact yet, however, if the general still lives, though Kylo assumes with the way his own personal luck has gone this evening, Hux's death is hardly in the cards. It would certainly delay the inevitable, but Kylo tries not to preoccupy his thoughts with what's coming, what's waiting, focusing instead on Rey's tone of voice and eventually coming to lean against the glass right in front of her, one arm supporting him as churning, broiling energy seems to settle underneath his skin like an electrical current. He stares down at her with a grim sort of determination, the heavy weight of knowing better hanging around the corner of his mouth and the heavy cast of his brow. )
Oh. ( Regarding her in this way for a moment, he eventually straightens up, a tightly coiled wire of energy waiting to disperse. ) You're still under the impression that you can overpower him.
( He waits to feel her try to press into his mind for actual answers but feels nothing, not even a solid attempt to knock down his defenses. In a way it's a blessing: the majority of his remaining energy is dedicating itself to keeping everyone out of his head for the moment, certain that Skywalker is out there somewhere with the focused intention of breaking him down and cracking Kylo open like an egg. In another way still, he's unsure what to do with her distinct lack of action in that regard. If it were him, he would go searching for the answer himself. As it stands, he's left to suss out what trick she has up her sleeve in doing nothing at all, keeping his back to the wall, so to speak, while trying to come up with an exit strategy.
It occurs to him how easy it would be to just lie, to play into her hand and give the impression of breaking. It's a card that he does not immediately put away. )
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( He snorts. Or, at least, gives her the closest approximation of a snort that he's able to while turning away and pacing the length of his containment cell. As he moves, he counts the number of strides it takes him to cross from one end of the bunk to the other - not many, by his estimate - while searching for any visible vulnerabilities in the construction of their crude design. Other than the damaged pressure seal that Rey stands next to, he can't find any immediate flaws despite knowing that they exist and wait to be exploited once her back is turned, once their backs are all turned. Rey affords him no such luxury for the moment, standing close to the glass that separates them as if she has been observing a new attraction on display, and he continues walking the length of the cell with the fluorescent light catching the unmuddied surfaces of his boots, reflecting dull white light back up at him. )
I fail to see how divulging that information would benefit me and not you in some way, given the circumstances.
( The thought that he should even the odds back in his own favor crosses his mind despite the threat of the Resistance just beyond the threshold. Maybe he could reach through the glass and do the same that she has done to him now, leave her unconscious on the floor while he does his damnedest to rip the bunker apart and escape, rends metal and twists wires and mows a clear path through the Resistance. Maybe he should press his hand against the glass and splay his fingers until he can feel her pulse fluttering in his palm, squeeze until she has no choice but to disarm the door and let him pass. Maybe, but Kylo can't imagine that retaliation would come easy in that regard, and something in her tone gives him pause. She's surprised him more than once today, in a number of ways he's not entirely keen on examining closely in his current situation, and he's in no mood to try only to find that he's failed and ruined his chances.
He turns his head upward, keeping her always in the scope of his peripheral vision despite knowing that it's highly unlikely she'll go anywhere. Kylo half-expects Snoke to already be inside his head and is almost surprised that it wasn't the Supreme Leader's voice in his thoughts calling him out of unconsciousness. It's unlikely that Hux has made contact yet, however, if the general still lives, though Kylo assumes with the way his own personal luck has gone this evening, Hux's death is hardly in the cards. It would certainly delay the inevitable, but Kylo tries not to preoccupy his thoughts with what's coming, what's waiting, focusing instead on Rey's tone of voice and eventually coming to lean against the glass right in front of her, one arm supporting him as churning, broiling energy seems to settle underneath his skin like an electrical current. He stares down at her with a grim sort of determination, the heavy weight of knowing better hanging around the corner of his mouth and the heavy cast of his brow. )
Oh. ( Regarding her in this way for a moment, he eventually straightens up, a tightly coiled wire of energy waiting to disperse. ) You're still under the impression that you can overpower him.
( He waits to feel her try to press into his mind for actual answers but feels nothing, not even a solid attempt to knock down his defenses. In a way it's a blessing: the majority of his remaining energy is dedicating itself to keeping everyone out of his head for the moment, certain that Skywalker is out there somewhere with the focused intention of breaking him down and cracking Kylo open like an egg. In another way still, he's unsure what to do with her distinct lack of action in that regard. If it were him, he would go searching for the answer himself. As it stands, he's left to suss out what trick she has up her sleeve in doing nothing at all, keeping his back to the wall, so to speak, while trying to come up with an exit strategy.
It occurs to him how easy it would be to just lie, to play into her hand and give the impression of breaking. It's a card that he does not immediately put away. )