( Dry, monotone, unaffected but acknowledging of her revulsion. Without the scramble of the modulator, Kylo just sounds bored. In reality he knows he should sound livid with the knowledge that she's here, should seek her out immediately and bring her back to the Order, but whenever he tries to hone in on her location she flits from standing still to shrouding herself in shadow and spice, a bird weaving in and out of branches expertly. It's unlikely that she's aware of her own finesse given how unpracticed and sporadic it feels, as if she's doing it based on instinct alone and without any real penchant for detail.
He gets the sense that she's running, too, not just hiding, disguising her whereabouts through artificial images and conjuring up scenery to deposit in his head as a distraction tactic. It wouldn't be that difficult to seek her out, but he holds ground where the Order is holed up, waiting to see what she does, if she comes running at him headlong or takes a step back into the shadows. She's trying to keep him out for a reason, whether it's the location of the Falcon, Chewbacca, or a general desire to put as much distance between them as possible, mentally and physically. The question remains of what she's doing here at all, although he doubts that Organa would send their new shining beacon of hope into an Order-saturated planet when she's still so wet behind the ears. Sometimes intel is bad, he supposes. )
Where are you going, Rey? ( His tone is patronizing, runs the gamut of amused in her head. ) Running scared?
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( Dry, monotone, unaffected but acknowledging of her revulsion. Without the scramble of the modulator, Kylo just sounds bored. In reality he knows he should sound livid with the knowledge that she's here, should seek her out immediately and bring her back to the Order, but whenever he tries to hone in on her location she flits from standing still to shrouding herself in shadow and spice, a bird weaving in and out of branches expertly. It's unlikely that she's aware of her own finesse given how unpracticed and sporadic it feels, as if she's doing it based on instinct alone and without any real penchant for detail.
He gets the sense that she's running, too, not just hiding, disguising her whereabouts through artificial images and conjuring up scenery to deposit in his head as a distraction tactic. It wouldn't be that difficult to seek her out, but he holds ground where the Order is holed up, waiting to see what she does, if she comes running at him headlong or takes a step back into the shadows. She's trying to keep him out for a reason, whether it's the location of the Falcon, Chewbacca, or a general desire to put as much distance between them as possible, mentally and physically. The question remains of what she's doing here at all, although he doubts that Organa would send their new shining beacon of hope into an Order-saturated planet when she's still so wet behind the ears. Sometimes intel is bad, he supposes. )
Where are you going, Rey? ( His tone is patronizing, runs the gamut of amused in her head. ) Running scared?