[ For a moment, she's struck by the jarring and deceptive familiarity of the situation. Kylo Ren cannot look intimidating sitting across from her with no clear idea of what to do with his gangly limbs, and he fails in playing the part of the villain from this angle. In fact, it's all she can do not to allow a smile to bubble up—for a moment, anyway. She finds a great deal more ease in it after he points out her own discomfort. ]
There are a great many things I'm not telling you.
[ Her favorite color. How they plan to celebrate Finn's birthday, or give him one at all. The date of her last menstrual cycle. Biting sarcasm waits on her tongue in multitude, ready to lash, but Rey catches sight of Luke out of the corner of her eye and his paternal disapproval tamps down her upstart urges.
The flick of her eyes to the opposite corner betrays how begrudgingly her explanation is made, but she makes it all the same. ] Only one that matters to the task at hand.
[ Some of the fight drains out of her, starvation dwindling the flame of her disobedience, and her eyes fix reluctantly on Kylo Ren—gentle, but firmly guarded. Her stubbornness in holding out has not fully relented to necessity, it would seem, in great part because she knows it will have to. ]
There's a good reason I'm the one walking you through this process, and it's not for your comfort. [ The truth draws out of her a little at a time, facing resistance as her lips drag it from the depths of her chest where she tries to lock it away. Though her voice remains a steady pulse, tension sticks in her throat and twists her words to side-step her own inextricable involvement. ] Master Luke believes that the reason you and I have been able to reach one another across such great distance is due to a bond, one that could be strengthened and used to force Snoke out.
[ For weeks, she has kept her mind clamped down like a vault, sealed and inhospitable to him, desperate to isolate her mind and make it her own again, training herself to be the one who rules the terms of such a connection under Luke's tutelage. Now she speaks of plunging back into it and counting on that unnerving link to solve the one problem Han Solo could not talk his way out of.
If they were wrong, or if either of them were to get bogged down in resisting or holding out, it would fail—unquestionably. Asking him to be willing to show her everything was not a simple request, but a requirement; they would slough through the catacombs of his mind in tandem with the hope that exposing her to the truth of him would shine the light into dark places and leave no room for Snoke's shadow to prey upon him as it once had. The solution was Leia's, even if the knowledge was Luke's. ]
You will have peace in your mind, I promise you. [ The rush of her words, an afterthought, seems to bear her hope that she can say the same for herself. ]
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There are a great many things I'm not telling you.
[ Her favorite color. How they plan to celebrate Finn's birthday, or give him one at all. The date of her last menstrual cycle. Biting sarcasm waits on her tongue in multitude, ready to lash, but Rey catches sight of Luke out of the corner of her eye and his paternal disapproval tamps down her upstart urges.
The flick of her eyes to the opposite corner betrays how begrudgingly her explanation is made, but she makes it all the same. ] Only one that matters to the task at hand.
[ Some of the fight drains out of her, starvation dwindling the flame of her disobedience, and her eyes fix reluctantly on Kylo Ren—gentle, but firmly guarded. Her stubbornness in holding out has not fully relented to necessity, it would seem, in great part because she knows it will have to. ]
There's a good reason I'm the one walking you through this process, and it's not for your comfort. [ The truth draws out of her a little at a time, facing resistance as her lips drag it from the depths of her chest where she tries to lock it away. Though her voice remains a steady pulse, tension sticks in her throat and twists her words to side-step her own inextricable involvement. ] Master Luke believes that the reason you and I have been able to reach one another across such great distance is due to a bond, one that could be strengthened and used to force Snoke out.
[ For weeks, she has kept her mind clamped down like a vault, sealed and inhospitable to him, desperate to isolate her mind and make it her own again, training herself to be the one who rules the terms of such a connection under Luke's tutelage. Now she speaks of plunging back into it and counting on that unnerving link to solve the one problem Han Solo could not talk his way out of.
If they were wrong, or if either of them were to get bogged down in resisting or holding out, it would fail—unquestionably. Asking him to be willing to show her everything was not a simple request, but a requirement; they would slough through the catacombs of his mind in tandem with the hope that exposing her to the truth of him would shine the light into dark places and leave no room for Snoke's shadow to prey upon him as it once had. The solution was Leia's, even if the knowledge was Luke's. ]
You will have peace in your mind, I promise you. [ The rush of her words, an afterthought, seems to bear her hope that she can say the same for herself. ]