( The struggle she builds within herself in determining which way to react is best plays out on her face in a series of deepening and shifting frowns. He watches each of them with great interest, playing a game with himself in trying to guess what her response might be but ultimately deciding that he can't rightfully know without pushing into her mind to tease the answer out for himself. Kylo doesn't, just remains prone against the bulkhead with the focus of his attention solely on her. Even if there was something else for him to pay attention to - a ruckus down in the cockpit or the Wookie making a clamor deep in the bowels of the ship about the hyperdrive - it's likely that Rey would still occupy the majority of his focus, just as she has previously.
Her reaction isn't exact enough to grant him victory within the parameters of the game that he's playing in his own mind, but he still isn't surprised by the outcome all the same. The set of her shoulders is haughty and the weight that she throws behind the admonishments she levels at him to bolster the strength of her conviction calls back to every other time she's realized she was afraid of him and needed to look and appear stronger to counter it. The only difference between now and then is that now he means her less harm than he might have originally, although the concept of harm would have taken a different meaning then, as it does now. )
I'm not trying to goad you into a fight. ( Kylo holds his hands up as if to demonstrate this fact and nods to the balled up fists that Rey's have formed, although the idea of the two of them going up against each other in a contest of skill without bladework to consider interests him in a way that he'd never thought about before. Possibly because he's of the confident mind that he would win. ) I'm just saying that if things don't go with as much optimism and confidence as you're hinging on, then it's going to put you at a disadvantage if the First Order collects the ship while you're still on it.
( The burns on the backs of his hands grin at him upside-down, and the look that he levels her with is as much in recognition of the fact that he doesn't want to fight physically with her right now as much as it is in recognition of the truth found in her defense of her own character. He's said it before, and he will say it again: she's strong and even stronger than she knows. It becomes more of a problem when they're surrounded by delicate machinery that has already taken a beating in its extremely long and violent history. If either of them want a chance at escaping Corellia, it's beneficial not to have two Force users end up in a fist fight on the floor.
Calming himself has always taken a great deal more focus and attention than he's been happy to admit. It's never been a problem for him before despite both Skywalker and Snoke expressing his need to learn to control it. If he's being honest, it's Snoke who taught him how to master it, and while now he doesn't feel the fury that's so often just a chip at the surface away from boiling over, Kylo knows that drawing out the encounter is only going to make it that much more difficult to reel back in. So he pushes off the wall and brushes by her on his way back down the corridors of the ship to the outside. )
I'm going to speak with your master regarding the return of my weapon. ( He answers her before she has time to actively ask the question, long strides carrying him quickly through the ship without even breaking a sweat. ) Track down your co-pilot in the meantime.
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Her reaction isn't exact enough to grant him victory within the parameters of the game that he's playing in his own mind, but he still isn't surprised by the outcome all the same. The set of her shoulders is haughty and the weight that she throws behind the admonishments she levels at him to bolster the strength of her conviction calls back to every other time she's realized she was afraid of him and needed to look and appear stronger to counter it. The only difference between now and then is that now he means her less harm than he might have originally, although the concept of harm would have taken a different meaning then, as it does now. )
I'm not trying to goad you into a fight. ( Kylo holds his hands up as if to demonstrate this fact and nods to the balled up fists that Rey's have formed, although the idea of the two of them going up against each other in a contest of skill without bladework to consider interests him in a way that he'd never thought about before. Possibly because he's of the confident mind that he would win. ) I'm just saying that if things don't go with as much optimism and confidence as you're hinging on, then it's going to put you at a disadvantage if the First Order collects the ship while you're still on it.
( The burns on the backs of his hands grin at him upside-down, and the look that he levels her with is as much in recognition of the fact that he doesn't want to fight physically with her right now as much as it is in recognition of the truth found in her defense of her own character. He's said it before, and he will say it again: she's strong and even stronger than she knows. It becomes more of a problem when they're surrounded by delicate machinery that has already taken a beating in its extremely long and violent history. If either of them want a chance at escaping Corellia, it's beneficial not to have two Force users end up in a fist fight on the floor.
Calming himself has always taken a great deal more focus and attention than he's been happy to admit. It's never been a problem for him before despite both Skywalker and Snoke expressing his need to learn to control it. If he's being honest, it's Snoke who taught him how to master it, and while now he doesn't feel the fury that's so often just a chip at the surface away from boiling over, Kylo knows that drawing out the encounter is only going to make it that much more difficult to reel back in. So he pushes off the wall and brushes by her on his way back down the corridors of the ship to the outside. )
I'm going to speak with your master regarding the return of my weapon. ( He answers her before she has time to actively ask the question, long strides carrying him quickly through the ship without even breaking a sweat. ) Track down your co-pilot in the meantime.