( Kylo feels her anger, peckish and whipcrack quick, thrum through the bond like an electric charge, and he feels her try to tamp it back down, smothering it under stone and boot heel, no doubt a product of her tutelage under Skywalker. He gives the barest hint of a suggestion, a slight blow on the embers of the rage she feels, encouragement to embrace it and use it the way that he knows that she can, but doesn't let thought become well-formed in any capacity. This close to the Supreme Leader's seat, the last thing Kylo wants is some echo of his nudging her in that way apparent in the screen of his mind, available for Snoke to pick through and determine what this is before he has the chance to do so himself, to be ordered what to do with it before he can arrive at that conclusion on his own.
So he tempers the urge to encourage her down into a tiny flicker of amusement. It's easily disguised and easily cast off once his attention turns back to the task at hand: a steady balance of the pieces of his saber spread across from him and the intrusion of her in his mind, which tips more in her favor when she opens her mouth across the channel again and catches him cold. The tool in his hand skips over a ridge in his saber and something catches and pulls, springs free and rolls onto the floor and under the table. Kylo calls it back to him with no amount of gentleness, with such force that the little piece smacks into his hand with more speed than necessary. He fumes, to say the least. )
Making hollow threats like that is pointless. It's only a matter of time before we all cross paths again, and we are actually on opposite sides.
( In the case of FN-2187, Kylo intends to right the wrong he was unable to last time. Treason isn't something tolerated in any branch of the First Order, and given what his betrayal had cost the Order, had cost the Supreme Leader, had cost Kylo, he has every intention of seeing the proper amount of retaliation carried out. Her calmness, in the meantime, that neutral state she slips back into as if willing herself there purposefully under the banner of that heavy threat of 'or else,' unnerves him, especially when imposed upon him in such a way that he can't shake free.
He sets his teeth against the inside of his cheek and focuses on reassembling his saber, reluctant to believe that his quick reconstruction is at all due to her presence and the half-hearted attempts at guidance she affords him without either of them being acutely aware of it. He's quiet for a long time until finally the last piece clicks back into place and he busies himself with the task of replacing the tools into the pouch. It isn't until he's beyond the viewport and tucking the tool kit back into the drawer that he casts out for her again with a certain amount of directness. )
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So he tempers the urge to encourage her down into a tiny flicker of amusement. It's easily disguised and easily cast off once his attention turns back to the task at hand: a steady balance of the pieces of his saber spread across from him and the intrusion of her in his mind, which tips more in her favor when she opens her mouth across the channel again and catches him cold. The tool in his hand skips over a ridge in his saber and something catches and pulls, springs free and rolls onto the floor and under the table. Kylo calls it back to him with no amount of gentleness, with such force that the little piece smacks into his hand with more speed than necessary. He fumes, to say the least. )
Making hollow threats like that is pointless. It's only a matter of time before we all cross paths again, and we are actually on opposite sides.
( In the case of FN-2187, Kylo intends to right the wrong he was unable to last time. Treason isn't something tolerated in any branch of the First Order, and given what his betrayal had cost the Order, had cost the Supreme Leader, had cost Kylo, he has every intention of seeing the proper amount of retaliation carried out. Her calmness, in the meantime, that neutral state she slips back into as if willing herself there purposefully under the banner of that heavy threat of 'or else,' unnerves him, especially when imposed upon him in such a way that he can't shake free.
He sets his teeth against the inside of his cheek and focuses on reassembling his saber, reluctant to believe that his quick reconstruction is at all due to her presence and the half-hearted attempts at guidance she affords him without either of them being acutely aware of it. He's quiet for a long time until finally the last piece clicks back into place and he busies himself with the task of replacing the tools into the pouch. It isn't until he's beyond the viewport and tucking the tool kit back into the drawer that he casts out for her again with a certain amount of directness. )
What do you want?