( There's scathing quality to his tone that is directed toward her as much as it is himself, both to remind him of his weakness in never earning it before and to distract him from the charity of his retrieving it. He can remember with perfect clarity what it had felt like to be so close to this little, weighted thing on Starkiller Base, to reach out for it with all the confidence he thought was required in his own inheritance to will it to him, and then the bruising anger and pounding sense of disorienting disownment when it had flown right by him and into Rey's waiting hand. He eyes it as it changes hands yet again but with none of the burn found in his tone. If anything, it's curiosity laced with suspicion, and he brushes past her, moving back toward camp, before she notices it. )
I had no idea you were going to change tactics and listen to me for a change. ( He steps over a collection of branches with canopy-level leaves and looks up to see the wind swaying the tree back and forth. Their skeletons and trunks groan under the weight of their bodies and the pressure to bend and break under the strain the wind places on them. He pauses only to look back at her and make sure that she's listening to him, and a little because he still isn't entirely certain that she won't just kill him as soon as she has the chance, despite how much he knows that would go against what she's shown him thus far. ) You might think it's something you can just leave behind. It's not.
( It goes deeper than her strictly needing it to defend herself, but Kylo doesn't want to explain the very complicated and murky relationship he has with that side of his family. Not to her. Not here or not or on this planet. If she doesn't know it already. Instead, he shortens his stride for the umpteenth time today and waits for her to draw level with him before reaching out and grabbing her elbow. Not to direct her or divert her path over a tangle of thorns or damp leaves - in fact he nearly drags her through the latter when he does score a solid grip and secures it with his palm flat against the back of her arm - but in an attempt to bring her up to speed, literally. If she doesn't jerk out of his grip under pretense alone then they'll make it back to camp much faster than they were able to make it out here on their own. )
I had every intention of retrieving my own, but I assumed that Skywalker would be less than willing to hand it over if I was unaccompanied on the walk back to and away from your ship. ( Kylo doesn't bring up his momentary fantasies on the edge of the camp, the thoughts of sneaking away and escaping into the unknown for equally unknown purposes. He hadn't done it, in the end, so it seems a moot point now. ) I doubt he trusts me with it.
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( There's scathing quality to his tone that is directed toward her as much as it is himself, both to remind him of his weakness in never earning it before and to distract him from the charity of his retrieving it. He can remember with perfect clarity what it had felt like to be so close to this little, weighted thing on Starkiller Base, to reach out for it with all the confidence he thought was required in his own inheritance to will it to him, and then the bruising anger and pounding sense of disorienting disownment when it had flown right by him and into Rey's waiting hand. He eyes it as it changes hands yet again but with none of the burn found in his tone. If anything, it's curiosity laced with suspicion, and he brushes past her, moving back toward camp, before she notices it. )
I had no idea you were going to change tactics and listen to me for a change. ( He steps over a collection of branches with canopy-level leaves and looks up to see the wind swaying the tree back and forth. Their skeletons and trunks groan under the weight of their bodies and the pressure to bend and break under the strain the wind places on them. He pauses only to look back at her and make sure that she's listening to him, and a little because he still isn't entirely certain that she won't just kill him as soon as she has the chance, despite how much he knows that would go against what she's shown him thus far. ) You might think it's something you can just leave behind. It's not.
( It goes deeper than her strictly needing it to defend herself, but Kylo doesn't want to explain the very complicated and murky relationship he has with that side of his family. Not to her. Not here or not or on this planet. If she doesn't know it already. Instead, he shortens his stride for the umpteenth time today and waits for her to draw level with him before reaching out and grabbing her elbow. Not to direct her or divert her path over a tangle of thorns or damp leaves - in fact he nearly drags her through the latter when he does score a solid grip and secures it with his palm flat against the back of her arm - but in an attempt to bring her up to speed, literally. If she doesn't jerk out of his grip under pretense alone then they'll make it back to camp much faster than they were able to make it out here on their own. )
I had every intention of retrieving my own, but I assumed that Skywalker would be less than willing to hand it over if I was unaccompanied on the walk back to and away from your ship. ( Kylo doesn't bring up his momentary fantasies on the edge of the camp, the thoughts of sneaking away and escaping into the unknown for equally unknown purposes. He hadn't done it, in the end, so it seems a moot point now. ) I doubt he trusts me with it.