[ It's almost funny, how he even declares that he will stay in a manner of roundabout reluctance, and Rey finds herself start to smile despite herself. Only through breaking his gaze briefly does she restrain it, but that levity and warmth still permeates through the membrane of their bond like heat, transferring readily to him even in its infancy.
It's unnerving, to see and process the vast and appropriate physical space between them but to feel as if they are wrapped up in one another all the same, the link humming and active like a live wire shedding active sparks. She can sense his conflict, his resolve, but most of all, she can register and respect his pragmatism, which speaks to a primal survival urge that kept her going on Jakku for so long. ]
Cut off the head. [ She nods briefly, a clear approval of the method, however undeveloped the plan is for now. And for a moment, even as he decries their chances, Rey firmly believes them to be capable. If they have hope for even half of what that vision on Yaga Minor had shown, then she must believe it.
That moment, the resolve with which she accepts that one way or another, they will have to kill Snoke—there is no strained but heartfelt way to reach out and find the humanity inside of him. What she felt in Kylo Ren's mind is no longer human—grows and springs into another sort of resolve, that of a decision finally settled. ]
We can't kill anyone if they put an embargo on the planet. And you're right, no one on this base would want you to bunk with them, even if you hadn't personally tortured at least two in immediate memory. [ She turns quickly and begins to lead him out of the atrium, her movements lifting the heads of nearby observers only for a moment before she breezes out into the camp proper, leading him for the treeline. ] But there is a place you can stay, one that should be able to get us out of here no matter what they surround the planet with.
[ After all, the kessel run wasn't a matter of speed and earnest, but a matter of cutting close corners and dodging obstacles to shorten the distance of it. What better ship to sneak past an armada than a smuggler's? Through the trees, they move past the camp, where a clearing has obviously been created by the unceremonious landing of the Millennium Falcon. ]
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It's unnerving, to see and process the vast and appropriate physical space between them but to feel as if they are wrapped up in one another all the same, the link humming and active like a live wire shedding active sparks. She can sense his conflict, his resolve, but most of all, she can register and respect his pragmatism, which speaks to a primal survival urge that kept her going on Jakku for so long. ]
Cut off the head. [ She nods briefly, a clear approval of the method, however undeveloped the plan is for now. And for a moment, even as he decries their chances, Rey firmly believes them to be capable. If they have hope for even half of what that vision on Yaga Minor had shown, then she must believe it.
That moment, the resolve with which she accepts that one way or another, they will have to kill Snoke—there is no strained but heartfelt way to reach out and find the humanity inside of him. What she felt in Kylo Ren's mind is no longer human—grows and springs into another sort of resolve, that of a decision finally settled. ]
We can't kill anyone if they put an embargo on the planet. And you're right, no one on this base would want you to bunk with them, even if you hadn't personally tortured at least two in immediate memory. [ She turns quickly and begins to lead him out of the atrium, her movements lifting the heads of nearby observers only for a moment before she breezes out into the camp proper, leading him for the treeline. ] But there is a place you can stay, one that should be able to get us out of here no matter what they surround the planet with.
[ After all, the kessel run wasn't a matter of speed and earnest, but a matter of cutting close corners and dodging obstacles to shorten the distance of it. What better ship to sneak past an armada than a smuggler's? Through the trees, they move past the camp, where a clearing has obviously been created by the unceremonious landing of the Millennium Falcon. ]