( Even as he suggests it, he knows it's a poor farce to weave. Killing her would be the least prudent thing he could do, given the Supreme Leader's interest in collecting her, probably in the same fashion in which he collected Kylo when he was still a Solo. He isn't so idealist to believe that she would just let herself be collected without a struggle, and while he has little issue breaking a pact against all out warfare streets when it comes to clashing blades with the girl, politically speaking it would be better for the ink to dry before he engages in a battle that is sure to collect collateral. At the very least, he would have to listen to Hux a remarkable amount less if he just didn't engage.
The reassuring nudge she affords him, the suggestion of a touch at the back of his neck, bristles him more than it has any right to, a firm reminder that he is not the only one with the power here, though he's of the belief that his is the better honed and focused of the two of them, when she isn't tapping into some innate battle meditation to rival certain masters of long ago. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, and he thinks to himself and, as a result of her presence, to her as well, You're hardly no one, in that same dry tone, clipped at the edges, that serves as sarcasm. )
Are your assignments for General Organa so unstimulating that you would seek me out in order to put a little jump in your adrenaline?
( He sees the cart and he sees the dirt and he can smell the piece of fruit where its perfume permeates through her pocket. She has her exact location shuttered down - likewise the location of the Falcon, though if he told someone to search the planet's perimeter and the outlying docking stations of the central city, he's sure they would find it; he doesn't, not immediately - but Kylo knows that she can't be far. He hasn't told her no, at any rate, but he won't be going anywhere blind when she almost killed him last time. )
no subject
( Even as he suggests it, he knows it's a poor farce to weave. Killing her would be the least prudent thing he could do, given the Supreme Leader's interest in collecting her, probably in the same fashion in which he collected Kylo when he was still a Solo. He isn't so idealist to believe that she would just let herself be collected without a struggle, and while he has little issue breaking a pact against all out warfare streets when it comes to clashing blades with the girl, politically speaking it would be better for the ink to dry before he engages in a battle that is sure to collect collateral. At the very least, he would have to listen to Hux a remarkable amount less if he just didn't engage.
The reassuring nudge she affords him, the suggestion of a touch at the back of his neck, bristles him more than it has any right to, a firm reminder that he is not the only one with the power here, though he's of the belief that his is the better honed and focused of the two of them, when she isn't tapping into some innate battle meditation to rival certain masters of long ago. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, and he thinks to himself and, as a result of her presence, to her as well, You're hardly no one, in that same dry tone, clipped at the edges, that serves as sarcasm. )
Are your assignments for General Organa so unstimulating that you would seek me out in order to put a little jump in your adrenaline?
( He sees the cart and he sees the dirt and he can smell the piece of fruit where its perfume permeates through her pocket. She has her exact location shuttered down - likewise the location of the Falcon, though if he told someone to search the planet's perimeter and the outlying docking stations of the central city, he's sure they would find it; he doesn't, not immediately - but Kylo knows that she can't be far. He hasn't told her no, at any rate, but he won't be going anywhere blind when she almost killed him last time. )