[ A chill sets in as he disentangles himself from her, a thin sheet of steel sliding down between their minds to keep her out, and she puzzles at his retreating figure, trying to figure out why he's done it without being able to dip her toes into his rationale without a second thought. After confusion comes worry, the pervasive, gnawing feeling that she isn't sure if she should be more worried over the toll the conversation will take on Kylo Ren, or for Luke's safety.
But her Master, she decides, can handle himself, and she is not Kylo Ren's mother. As it happens, though, that's precisely who she needs to find, so she leaves Ren to his business, unconscious to her gentle knocks at his consciousness all the while, probing for a way in, and searches out Poe and Finn, hoping their presence and reason will help her win the General over.
They seem relieved by the sight of her in a way that makes her feel anxious, realizing they were worried for her safety. The novelty of being subjected to that kind of concern still draws a smile to her lips, but she knows precisely who they believed would threaten that wellbeing. It doesn't bode well for persuading them, but still she crouches in that dingy, poorly-constructed barracks with thinly padded cots slung from wall to wall, wearing threadbare, offering little comfort to convince them around a table propped on flat dirt where they've been playing cards.
When Poe asks how she can know that he's telling the truth, she begs the Force for her reason, surprised to see that he accepts it unquestioningly. The explanation Finn offers, inasmuch as it qualifies as an explanation, is that Poe has seen more of the Force in his lifetime than most in the camp. She won't complain, grateful that anyone believes her, grateful that there's more than their reluctance and grudging hatred. Before he can get more than that out, they leave the hut to scour the rest of the encampment for General Organa.
It's Poe too who finds her quickly, strategizing with Ackbar, discussing routes away from Corellia with a sadness in her eyes that says she's preparing herself to bid goodbye to a home, one that the First Order could ensure she never saw again. Rey understood the feeling: she also understood the importance of the Resistance's survival.
She stays silent, allows Poe to propose the back-up plan and assert his support for the information conveyed by Kylo Ren, despite his reservations. Silence affords her careful attention to the shifts in Organa's expression, including the soft relief of a woman who was battling against the question of whether her faith was rooted in her own bias, was dangerous to her people. The reason she persisted in being so difficult to persuade was not because she didn't believe Ben Solo was in there somewhere trying to help them, but because she did. Too easily.
It levels Rey, to look on Organa's face now and think that even after all he'd done, she still found herself instinctually believing the best, reaching for the light of optimism. And when she agreed to consider it, Rey lowered her gaze to hide her soft smile. If Organa could still stoke the fires of hope after all that she had lost to the Darkness, then perhaps they had more of a chance than any of them believed. The warmth of that realization presses up against the edges of the stubborn barrier that keeps her out of Kylo Ren's mind as she continues to absently prod at it, newfound habit leading her to nonchalantly searching for entry as much as anything else. ]
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But her Master, she decides, can handle himself, and she is not Kylo Ren's mother. As it happens, though, that's precisely who she needs to find, so she leaves Ren to his business, unconscious to her gentle knocks at his consciousness all the while, probing for a way in, and searches out Poe and Finn, hoping their presence and reason will help her win the General over.
They seem relieved by the sight of her in a way that makes her feel anxious, realizing they were worried for her safety. The novelty of being subjected to that kind of concern still draws a smile to her lips, but she knows precisely who they believed would threaten that wellbeing. It doesn't bode well for persuading them, but still she crouches in that dingy, poorly-constructed barracks with thinly padded cots slung from wall to wall, wearing threadbare, offering little comfort to convince them around a table propped on flat dirt where they've been playing cards.
When Poe asks how she can know that he's telling the truth, she begs the Force for her reason, surprised to see that he accepts it unquestioningly. The explanation Finn offers, inasmuch as it qualifies as an explanation, is that Poe has seen more of the Force in his lifetime than most in the camp. She won't complain, grateful that anyone believes her, grateful that there's more than their reluctance and grudging hatred. Before he can get more than that out, they leave the hut to scour the rest of the encampment for General Organa.
It's Poe too who finds her quickly, strategizing with Ackbar, discussing routes away from Corellia with a sadness in her eyes that says she's preparing herself to bid goodbye to a home, one that the First Order could ensure she never saw again. Rey understood the feeling: she also understood the importance of the Resistance's survival.
She stays silent, allows Poe to propose the back-up plan and assert his support for the information conveyed by Kylo Ren, despite his reservations. Silence affords her careful attention to the shifts in Organa's expression, including the soft relief of a woman who was battling against the question of whether her faith was rooted in her own bias, was dangerous to her people. The reason she persisted in being so difficult to persuade was not because she didn't believe Ben Solo was in there somewhere trying to help them, but because she did. Too easily.
It levels Rey, to look on Organa's face now and think that even after all he'd done, she still found herself instinctually believing the best, reaching for the light of optimism. And when she agreed to consider it, Rey lowered her gaze to hide her soft smile. If Organa could still stoke the fires of hope after all that she had lost to the Darkness, then perhaps they had more of a chance than any of them believed. The warmth of that realization presses up against the edges of the stubborn barrier that keeps her out of Kylo Ren's mind as she continues to absently prod at it, newfound habit leading her to nonchalantly searching for entry as much as anything else. ]