( Doubtful, he thinks, in response to her childish suggestion that he might rethink methods and tactics of interrogation based on this anomaly alone. He makes no attempt to snip that thought from the dialogue between them, letting another burst of cold water wash the scratching taste of bile down the back of his throat. The tap he leaves running, drowning out the non-existence of silence coupled with the resounding lilt of her accent in his head with the rush of the spigot. It's like slipping in and out of a hallucination, the image of her face superimposed upon the spartan environment of the 'fresher an odd contradiction in and of itself. The sound of water pooling steadily into the drain does nothing to alleviate the sort of warped vertigo it inspires, so Kylo cuts the tap off and stands in dark silence again.
He doesn't dignify her question with an immediate response but instead examines the conditions of their connection with alarming awareness. He feels and doesn't feel the warm, scratchy fibers of the blanket that tangles her legs together, smells but doesn't smell the lingering scent of sweat and motor oil. Kylo would bet a pocketful of credits that if he looked he would find the stuff caked under her fingernails or smeared into the creases and wrinkles of her clothing. He doesn't look. He turns his attention outward, which provides him the benefit of shuttering himself away from her to some degree. At least he thinks. The room is small and dark, but there is a low glow from the foot of the cot where the BB unit stands guard, he assumes, even in low power. A fleeting thought that he might be able to influence her in some way through this bond to show him the contents of the map comes and is just as quickly shuffled away, though likely not before she's had a chance to glimpse his intentions.
It seems a pointless thread to follow at this point, when they're so close to touching down with Snoke and she and the Resistance have both made it to Skywalker by now. Kylo makes sure to disguise that reality from her as much as he can, still unsure of the breadth and depth of what's unfurling between them. Their ability to communicate so soundly and with such startling clarity even at this distance is surprising. It had made more sense when they had feet on the same planet as opposed to standing light years apart. )
I was hardly looking. ( It's a non-answer, though he hadn't actually seen the contents of her head until she opened the channel and flooded into him. He leaves the small box of the 'fresher and pads through the larger space of his bedroom, calling his saber to him automatically as he trades one room for another and lets himself into the common area. It's barely furnished, but there's no need for comfort or convenience when he spends little time doing anything resembling either of those two options when he's here. A lamp glows to life at his command: there's no point in trying to regain unconsciousness when she's clearly not going anywhere. Undeterred, indeed. His tone remains dry and sarcastic. ) I assume that's why you felt it was necessary to keep me awake.
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He doesn't dignify her question with an immediate response but instead examines the conditions of their connection with alarming awareness. He feels and doesn't feel the warm, scratchy fibers of the blanket that tangles her legs together, smells but doesn't smell the lingering scent of sweat and motor oil. Kylo would bet a pocketful of credits that if he looked he would find the stuff caked under her fingernails or smeared into the creases and wrinkles of her clothing. He doesn't look. He turns his attention outward, which provides him the benefit of shuttering himself away from her to some degree. At least he thinks. The room is small and dark, but there is a low glow from the foot of the cot where the BB unit stands guard, he assumes, even in low power. A fleeting thought that he might be able to influence her in some way through this bond to show him the contents of the map comes and is just as quickly shuffled away, though likely not before she's had a chance to glimpse his intentions.
It seems a pointless thread to follow at this point, when they're so close to touching down with Snoke and she and the Resistance have both made it to Skywalker by now. Kylo makes sure to disguise that reality from her as much as he can, still unsure of the breadth and depth of what's unfurling between them. Their ability to communicate so soundly and with such startling clarity even at this distance is surprising. It had made more sense when they had feet on the same planet as opposed to standing light years apart. )
I was hardly looking. ( It's a non-answer, though he hadn't actually seen the contents of her head until she opened the channel and flooded into him. He leaves the small box of the 'fresher and pads through the larger space of his bedroom, calling his saber to him automatically as he trades one room for another and lets himself into the common area. It's barely furnished, but there's no need for comfort or convenience when he spends little time doing anything resembling either of those two options when he's here. A lamp glows to life at his command: there's no point in trying to regain unconsciousness when she's clearly not going anywhere. Undeterred, indeed. His tone remains dry and sarcastic. ) I assume that's why you felt it was necessary to keep me awake.