[ Hope thrums like sparks flying off a steel mill, bright and fevered. For a moment, she believes she's misunderstood, but he keeps going, explains with candor the depths of his experience with Snoke's power and its extent, and Rey realizes that his reply means precisely what she thinks it does. Trepidation stutters her heartbeat and shortens her breath, chest expanding with the light feeling of elation that is so foreign she hardly recognizes it, mistakes it briefly for anxiety and panic. ]
Then we haven't got much time.
[ The task is neither quick nor simple, and if Snoke goes probing once they're both in Kylo Ren's mind, it may well damn them both. Without ever stopping to consider that the reply may be a ruse because it validates and bids goodbye to something she's feared for so long that she can't imagine letting go of the possibility. And she, perhaps boldly, accepts that confession as assent to her offered plan.
The last hints of tension ease out of her muscles and shoulders, showing her weariness for what it is, and the airlock hisses with release—her mistrust and Luke Skywalker's suggestion had kept the airlock sealed with the strength of her control over the Force as much as the basic locking mechanism, which she moves immediately to release with a series of button presses at the panel just out of Kylo Ren's view from within.
It takes a few moments, leaving him to his thoughts without an indication that she's still nearby but for her presence in the living Force until finally the airlock clicks and rotates like an clunky, rusted dial, creaking as it dilates and opens the glass casing. ]
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Then we haven't got much time.
[ The task is neither quick nor simple, and if Snoke goes probing once they're both in Kylo Ren's mind, it may well damn them both. Without ever stopping to consider that the reply may be a ruse because it validates and bids goodbye to something she's feared for so long that she can't imagine letting go of the possibility. And she, perhaps boldly, accepts that confession as assent to her offered plan.
The last hints of tension ease out of her muscles and shoulders, showing her weariness for what it is, and the airlock hisses with release—her mistrust and Luke Skywalker's suggestion had kept the airlock sealed with the strength of her control over the Force as much as the basic locking mechanism, which she moves immediately to release with a series of button presses at the panel just out of Kylo Ren's view from within.
It takes a few moments, leaving him to his thoughts without an indication that she's still nearby but for her presence in the living Force until finally the airlock clicks and rotates like an clunky, rusted dial, creaking as it dilates and opens the glass casing. ]