( The thought I don't have anything to say to you, crosses his mind but Kylo just as instantly dismisses it as petulant. It only occurs to him after the fact that there's a decent chance that he's broadcasted it as easily as thinking it, but he can't afford to get caught up over it. Their moments here are scant, and per Hux's command they'll be vacating the planet just as soon as the shuttle is refueled and deemed up to snuff. From there it's a non-stop trip to Snoke, wherever and however that may be. The next time that he crosses paths with Rey, he will likely be too powerful for her to contend with, worthy of his title and position as the leader of his fellow Knights. Then again, she may follow the inertia back to Skywalker to complete her own training, and the next time that their blades clash and spit sparks may be more of a match than their last lopsided encounter. He plans not to be injured, at the very least.
Other than the brief, fleeting, childish thought across their connection, he makes no indication that he intends to seek her out; he simply just goes. It's a rare occasion that any of Hux's officers and ground troops make moves to question or detain him, and it's not as if any of the planet's people are in any position to speak to him, let alone take issue with his sudden presence among the streets. There are few people out, now, anyway, and Kylo barely needs her to leave him breadcrumbs as to her location. His feet know where to go without having to be told or guided. The ramifications of the connection have not yet presented themselves clearly to him, although he knows without having to investigate internally too deeply what potential is there.
He doesn't appear so much as materializes, so that when Rey is turning a corner he is turning one catycorner and striding into view in a way not dissimilar to the manner in which he cornered her on Takodana. His helmet is still on, seeing no reason to remove it, and his saber - one of the quillons still in need of repair from the last time they encountered one another physically. The beam shakes and the grip vibrates with the implication that the entire thing might explode at any second, more so than it did initially. It needs repaired, badly, but he has the distinct impression that its status now will not be an issue. )
I can imagine neither Skywalker nor the general signed off on this particular brand of recklessness. ( Hard-packed dirt at his feet does nothing to stop the swirl of dust around his ankles. Were it not for the ventilation system built into the helmet, Kylo is sure that he would be breathing the taste of it now. It's under his gloves and worked deep into the creases of the leather pieces of his armor. He assumes that Rey finds some measure of familiarity in it, desert rat that she is, and he regards her carefully for a brief moment before taking a step further toward her, still separated by a good fifteen or so feet. ) What's to stop me from taking you to the Order right now?
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Other than the brief, fleeting, childish thought across their connection, he makes no indication that he intends to seek her out; he simply just goes. It's a rare occasion that any of Hux's officers and ground troops make moves to question or detain him, and it's not as if any of the planet's people are in any position to speak to him, let alone take issue with his sudden presence among the streets. There are few people out, now, anyway, and Kylo barely needs her to leave him breadcrumbs as to her location. His feet know where to go without having to be told or guided. The ramifications of the connection have not yet presented themselves clearly to him, although he knows without having to investigate internally too deeply what potential is there.
He doesn't appear so much as materializes, so that when Rey is turning a corner he is turning one catycorner and striding into view in a way not dissimilar to the manner in which he cornered her on Takodana. His helmet is still on, seeing no reason to remove it, and his saber - one of the quillons still in need of repair from the last time they encountered one another physically. The beam shakes and the grip vibrates with the implication that the entire thing might explode at any second, more so than it did initially. It needs repaired, badly, but he has the distinct impression that its status now will not be an issue. )
I can imagine neither Skywalker nor the general signed off on this particular brand of recklessness. ( Hard-packed dirt at his feet does nothing to stop the swirl of dust around his ankles. Were it not for the ventilation system built into the helmet, Kylo is sure that he would be breathing the taste of it now. It's under his gloves and worked deep into the creases of the leather pieces of his armor. He assumes that Rey finds some measure of familiarity in it, desert rat that she is, and he regards her carefully for a brief moment before taking a step further toward her, still separated by a good fifteen or so feet. ) What's to stop me from taking you to the Order right now?
( Nothing. There's nothing. And yet. )