( Months ago, before Starkiller, before Snoke had seen fit to burden him with the greater purpose of the completion of his training, he might have reacted accordingly. Were they alone on Yaga Minor, were their circumstances now anything but tenuous and hinging on the trip switch of their conjoined efforts, Kylo might allow the perfect retaliatory rage to course through him like a lit firework. He might let it burn him up, but he measures the control he is able to utilize over the current predicament out in doses relative to his personal successes, and only lets the slightest trickle of ire out through a pinhole, calling on control, calling on training.
It's in the interest of keeping the ship together physically as much as it is not calling unnecessary attention to their endeavors on the whole. A full scale meltdown might in turn create a blip on the radar, and while Snoke is sure to be cognizant of where his pupil is even if he cannot reach out to him directly, Kylo has no desire to unleash whatever fresh hell is waiting for him in those hidden shadows, lurking at the edges of his perception. Self-preservation keeps him objectively level, even if internally he needs to distract himself with the menial, laborious tasks required to keep Han Solo's ship in working order.
Rey corrects his assumptions regarding her plan, and Kylo basically rolls his eyes, turning halfway back around to finish sealing up the paneling in the interest of not creating a shower of sparks when the shield inevitably overloads from attack and and covers the floor in dirty electricity. When he turns back around, she has rearranged her face into something more beseeching, softening the strong angles of her jaw and cheekbones, the hollows of her eyes. It is not unlike the expressions she has drawn on him before, staring him down from the other side of an airtight sheet of glass or in the mental construct born of his own recollections of Ilum, Starkiller, and Yavin IV. )
No. ( His answer comes abruptly, instantly, eager to be spoken as soon as she poses the question. It's honest in its brashness and in conjuncture with the expression he fixes her with in turn. Part of him inherently and stubbornly wants to believe in his own ability, in his own prowess, has actual confidence that he is stronger than Snoke - Snoke, who wants him for his power; Snoke, who plucked him from infancy because of the potential that he knew he could cultivate and exploit - but hubris has left him wanting before. ) But it doesn't seem like there's much choice in the matter. ( Kylo crosses his arms over his chest, elbows sticking out at tight angles, the line of his shoulders one unbroken rod of tension. He lowers his chin to pin her in place with a dark, heavy stare. ) One leash for another.
( He doubts the credibility in drawing the First Order out of hiding by goading him into giving chase due to the Resistance leaders' presence coupled with Kylo's own, but he sees the merit in her suggestion all the same. As such, he doesn't offer her much of an opportunity to critique or concede the point of his temporary ownership, and he doesn't doubt her piloting skills to her face. She'd obviously been able to escape the First Order on Jakku with FN-2187 and the droid in tow, and she's flown the Falcon all these months without scuttling it on an asteroid, so it seems a moot point. The fabric of the lie is more imperative than her navigational ability. )
How do you feel about the illusion of captivity? ( A plan begins to weave itself into the tapestry of his thoughts, imagining himself bound and at the mercy of the Resistance, trapped not unlike the way that he was previously. It's a pitiful reach out to bite at the hand that has fed him, and he knows that whatever deception he crafts will have to be carefully constructed so as not to affront his pride in a way that the Supreme Leader would see as suspect, but Kylo is confident in his ability to do that much. ) General Organa and Luke Skywalker escorting a prisoner, a son and nephew, back to a Resistance base. With you. It's a legitimate assumption to make.
( It would prove tempting, but not tempting enough for Snoke to leave his seat in any capacity. He would never stoop so low when he has Hux and Phasma available. )
i am so proud of you. i never retain any information. i literally looked up 'glass' the other day
It's in the interest of keeping the ship together physically as much as it is not calling unnecessary attention to their endeavors on the whole. A full scale meltdown might in turn create a blip on the radar, and while Snoke is sure to be cognizant of where his pupil is even if he cannot reach out to him directly, Kylo has no desire to unleash whatever fresh hell is waiting for him in those hidden shadows, lurking at the edges of his perception. Self-preservation keeps him objectively level, even if internally he needs to distract himself with the menial, laborious tasks required to keep Han Solo's ship in working order.
Rey corrects his assumptions regarding her plan, and Kylo basically rolls his eyes, turning halfway back around to finish sealing up the paneling in the interest of not creating a shower of sparks when the shield inevitably overloads from attack and and covers the floor in dirty electricity. When he turns back around, she has rearranged her face into something more beseeching, softening the strong angles of her jaw and cheekbones, the hollows of her eyes. It is not unlike the expressions she has drawn on him before, staring him down from the other side of an airtight sheet of glass or in the mental construct born of his own recollections of Ilum, Starkiller, and Yavin IV. )
No. ( His answer comes abruptly, instantly, eager to be spoken as soon as she poses the question. It's honest in its brashness and in conjuncture with the expression he fixes her with in turn. Part of him inherently and stubbornly wants to believe in his own ability, in his own prowess, has actual confidence that he is stronger than Snoke - Snoke, who wants him for his power; Snoke, who plucked him from infancy because of the potential that he knew he could cultivate and exploit - but hubris has left him wanting before. ) But it doesn't seem like there's much choice in the matter. ( Kylo crosses his arms over his chest, elbows sticking out at tight angles, the line of his shoulders one unbroken rod of tension. He lowers his chin to pin her in place with a dark, heavy stare. ) One leash for another.
( He doubts the credibility in drawing the First Order out of hiding by goading him into giving chase due to the Resistance leaders' presence coupled with Kylo's own, but he sees the merit in her suggestion all the same. As such, he doesn't offer her much of an opportunity to critique or concede the point of his temporary ownership, and he doesn't doubt her piloting skills to her face. She'd obviously been able to escape the First Order on Jakku with FN-2187 and the droid in tow, and she's flown the Falcon all these months without scuttling it on an asteroid, so it seems a moot point. The fabric of the lie is more imperative than her navigational ability. )
How do you feel about the illusion of captivity? ( A plan begins to weave itself into the tapestry of his thoughts, imagining himself bound and at the mercy of the Resistance, trapped not unlike the way that he was previously. It's a pitiful reach out to bite at the hand that has fed him, and he knows that whatever deception he crafts will have to be carefully constructed so as not to affront his pride in a way that the Supreme Leader would see as suspect, but Kylo is confident in his ability to do that much. ) General Organa and Luke Skywalker escorting a prisoner, a son and nephew, back to a Resistance base. With you. It's a legitimate assumption to make.
( It would prove tempting, but not tempting enough for Snoke to leave his seat in any capacity. He would never stoop so low when he has Hux and Phasma available. )