Not now. ( His voice tumbles out of his mouth like a pile of rocks rolling down the side of a hill, unbidden and uncalled for. ) Eventually. Soon.
( Kylo isn't sure whether or not he's responding to something that Rey has actually said, a perceived inquiry bordering on a complaint that remains unvoiced, or a follow-up to the aside he had offered upon emerging from the bog he had been wandering in. What he means is that the Knights are not coming now, but they will. Eventually. They'll scour the Outer Rim and scorch the earth in their attempt to find him, find them, Rey included. The only benefit to knowing ahead of time that they'll be looking is that he will be able to feel them coming a long way off, casting wide nets to drag the sea of space in an effort to find their master.
Her hand claps on his shoulder as she hauls him to his feet with strength that never fails to both impress and surprise him, and Kylo lashes out automatically, catching the bones of her wrist in the tight circle of his hand, unable to stop himself from trying to ward her off physically. He squeezes and pins her in place with wild eyes, and he takes a couple steadying breaths before dropping her arm in favor of wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Leather smears with damp blood and spit, and be begins to come down from the manic high of having the Supreme Leader claw at the contents of his mind like a child scooping porridge from a bowl.
Rey's words offer little comfort in the cold world of space, but he accepts them for what they are nonetheless and finds that they resonate with him in a way that he has felt before, what feels like countless times now that he has come to know and understand her so much better than he had when he'd initially encountered her. Kylo can read between the lines and intuit her actual meaning despite the state of the ship around them, the hissing of the heating unit that had burst as a result of his poorly maintained control and focus, and he nods in response, the after-image of an island, unique to her thoughts, her perceptions, finding a niche within his own thoughts and bringing with it a poor substitute for comfort. It's an action that ignites the pounding of a migraine deep in the dome of his skull, but he doesn't let it slow him down. )
Step back. ( He warns her in time for him to lurch out of the cramped space he has crawled into to angle his face over the galley sink and spit into the drain. He doesn't waste water on the taste in his mouth but takes a few steadying breaths with metal bending under his palms before righting himself enough to turn back around and face her. There's no schooling his face into impassivity now, so he doesn't try. ) Did it work?
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( Kylo isn't sure whether or not he's responding to something that Rey has actually said, a perceived inquiry bordering on a complaint that remains unvoiced, or a follow-up to the aside he had offered upon emerging from the bog he had been wandering in. What he means is that the Knights are not coming now, but they will. Eventually. They'll scour the Outer Rim and scorch the earth in their attempt to find him, find them, Rey included. The only benefit to knowing ahead of time that they'll be looking is that he will be able to feel them coming a long way off, casting wide nets to drag the sea of space in an effort to find their master.
Her hand claps on his shoulder as she hauls him to his feet with strength that never fails to both impress and surprise him, and Kylo lashes out automatically, catching the bones of her wrist in the tight circle of his hand, unable to stop himself from trying to ward her off physically. He squeezes and pins her in place with wild eyes, and he takes a couple steadying breaths before dropping her arm in favor of wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Leather smears with damp blood and spit, and be begins to come down from the manic high of having the Supreme Leader claw at the contents of his mind like a child scooping porridge from a bowl.
Rey's words offer little comfort in the cold world of space, but he accepts them for what they are nonetheless and finds that they resonate with him in a way that he has felt before, what feels like countless times now that he has come to know and understand her so much better than he had when he'd initially encountered her. Kylo can read between the lines and intuit her actual meaning despite the state of the ship around them, the hissing of the heating unit that had burst as a result of his poorly maintained control and focus, and he nods in response, the after-image of an island, unique to her thoughts, her perceptions, finding a niche within his own thoughts and bringing with it a poor substitute for comfort. It's an action that ignites the pounding of a migraine deep in the dome of his skull, but he doesn't let it slow him down. )
Step back. ( He warns her in time for him to lurch out of the cramped space he has crawled into to angle his face over the galley sink and spit into the drain. He doesn't waste water on the taste in his mouth but takes a few steadying breaths with metal bending under his palms before righting himself enough to turn back around and face her. There's no schooling his face into impassivity now, so he doesn't try. ) Did it work?