( Kylo makes a face at that, something between a grimace and a wince. He dislikes the idea of being used as bait in any capacity but can't find fault in its practicality, doubly so if Snoke and Hux, as a matter of general proximity and chain of command, are both aware of what he's done. They'll want to drag him back kicking and screaming in the opposite direction that Rey - and Skywalker and Organa, if he's being honest with himself; he's not - has pulled him toward. Though he very seriously doubts that the First Order's accommodations in the wake of such an upset would match the kindness in Rey's offer. If a bunk on the ship that belonged to a man he murdered could be called a kindness. )
I'm starting to get a clearer picture of what's going on here.
( One step off of the wall that he has chosen to recline against brings him nearly level with her. A second sees him directly across from her, as he braces the palm of his hand flat on the bulkhead under the pretense of checking the specs of the bunk. Kindness, indeed: he's fairly positive that he'll have to curl his legs when (and if) he lies down to simply fit inside this matchbox of a cabin. He's not even sure his head will clear the top of it while sitting and doesn't bother straightening back up in the interest of testing his theory before resigning himself completely to his fate.
He has to duck to do it, but the top of his head does clear the bulkhead with the barest skim along the ridge of his scalp. It will be easy to bang his head into the ceiling if he's not mindful of what he's doing, and the bunk itself is positively claustrophobic compared to the space he had been offered on the Finalizer. Back against the wall, staring down the length of his thighs to his knees, he is reminded of a time when his legs were still overly long but not this long, and he had tucked himself into one of these bunks with ease. Kylo looks up at her from this angle, legs crowded awkwardly in front of him, knees uncomfortable, and finishes his line of thought from before he had decided to sit down. )
You're a crazy person.
( There's little seriousness to be found in his tone. Comparisons could be drawn and quickly discarded as to the people she reminds him of in that instant. He sees a better strategy in deciding to make no comparisons at all, as much as he lets no real accusation bleed into his voice. Truth be told, they're all a little crazy, to be doing anything that they believe in. He admires her tenacity, though, the ferocity and resilience of her spirit, her strength. That hasn't changed in the months and moments following Starkiller. Even if she is trapping him with ghosts and faulty wiring. )
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I'm starting to get a clearer picture of what's going on here.
( One step off of the wall that he has chosen to recline against brings him nearly level with her. A second sees him directly across from her, as he braces the palm of his hand flat on the bulkhead under the pretense of checking the specs of the bunk. Kindness, indeed: he's fairly positive that he'll have to curl his legs when (and if) he lies down to simply fit inside this matchbox of a cabin. He's not even sure his head will clear the top of it while sitting and doesn't bother straightening back up in the interest of testing his theory before resigning himself completely to his fate.
He has to duck to do it, but the top of his head does clear the bulkhead with the barest skim along the ridge of his scalp. It will be easy to bang his head into the ceiling if he's not mindful of what he's doing, and the bunk itself is positively claustrophobic compared to the space he had been offered on the Finalizer. Back against the wall, staring down the length of his thighs to his knees, he is reminded of a time when his legs were still overly long but not this long, and he had tucked himself into one of these bunks with ease. Kylo looks up at her from this angle, legs crowded awkwardly in front of him, knees uncomfortable, and finishes his line of thought from before he had decided to sit down. )
You're a crazy person.
( There's little seriousness to be found in his tone. Comparisons could be drawn and quickly discarded as to the people she reminds him of in that instant. He sees a better strategy in deciding to make no comparisons at all, as much as he lets no real accusation bleed into his voice. Truth be told, they're all a little crazy, to be doing anything that they believe in. He admires her tenacity, though, the ferocity and resilience of her spirit, her strength. That hasn't changed in the months and moments following Starkiller. Even if she is trapping him with ghosts and faulty wiring. )