( Kylo glances at her sidelong, attempting to pin her accusation in place with little more than a look and not indulging her further by making a comment for the sake of drawing an argument out. They've proven their capabilities of sustaining disagreements, literally, over several galaxies, and Rey's priorities are in the right place in terms of being pressed for time. It's clear that he's aware of the implication all the same, regardless of the distinct lack of attention that he calls to it, already turning his attention outward and away from her as he turns away from her physically.
Walls go up like keying up the shields of a command shuttle, forcing her out with a distinct snap that isn't so much rude as it is done with cold efficiency. Necessity. Whatever happens, whatever is said when he leaves Rey to her task in order to complete his own, retrieve his blade, Kylo doesn't want her looking in or getting waves and snippets of what he's feeling. There's a good chance his disdain, which has lain dormant and undisturbed, slumbering, for years, might look up and shake off some of the ancient dust that has settled once he is alone in a room with his uncle, but it's not something he wants anyone else being privy to. If he can keep her out, he will.
So he takes a long step back into camp, his boots leaving deep imprints in the muddy earth. They move in opposite directions now, Kylo pointedly does not answer her question though he walks backward for a few paces to keep her directly in his line of sight before he turns around and makes his way, unaccompanied, into the interior of the camp. Whether it's to regard the expression on her face as he does out of some search for amusement or as a means of offering proof that he's capable of the task she's expecting of him, Kylo makes no indication, but he does slink back into the camp with his chin aloft and his shoulders square, looking no one in the eye while daring everyone to do so based on his existence alone.
Not for the first time and very probably not for the last, he wishes that he would have retrieved his helmet from where he and Rey had fought. He'd drawn that line in the sand and stepped over it, though. Now came the time to map out the other side. )
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Walls go up like keying up the shields of a command shuttle, forcing her out with a distinct snap that isn't so much rude as it is done with cold efficiency. Necessity. Whatever happens, whatever is said when he leaves Rey to her task in order to complete his own, retrieve his blade, Kylo doesn't want her looking in or getting waves and snippets of what he's feeling. There's a good chance his disdain, which has lain dormant and undisturbed, slumbering, for years, might look up and shake off some of the ancient dust that has settled once he is alone in a room with his uncle, but it's not something he wants anyone else being privy to. If he can keep her out, he will.
So he takes a long step back into camp, his boots leaving deep imprints in the muddy earth. They move in opposite directions now, Kylo pointedly does not answer her question though he walks backward for a few paces to keep her directly in his line of sight before he turns around and makes his way, unaccompanied, into the interior of the camp. Whether it's to regard the expression on her face as he does out of some search for amusement or as a means of offering proof that he's capable of the task she's expecting of him, Kylo makes no indication, but he does slink back into the camp with his chin aloft and his shoulders square, looking no one in the eye while daring everyone to do so based on his existence alone.
Not for the first time and very probably not for the last, he wishes that he would have retrieved his helmet from where he and Rey had fought. He'd drawn that line in the sand and stepped over it, though. Now came the time to map out the other side. )