( Kylo can feel the fear that rolls off of her in waves, flooding the corridor that they stand in and feeding into him in a way that he hasn't felt in a very long time, especially not from her. It's an intoxicating draw, to know that he has cultivated and inspired fear in some abstract way, and it's a struggle not to let it overwhelm him and rip a hole in him wide open so that it can crawl inside. The desire increases tenfold once he realizes that the terror she's experiencing isn't solely a result of what he's shown her but of something remembered, some nightmare or twisted daydream that feels familiar but alien all at once. He gets flashes of it in the connection that she has yet to terminate: the smell of rainwater washing topsoil away to reveal thick mud underneath, the splash of deep puddles up to the ankles, and the buzzing crack of his lightsaber in the darkness, a glare off the warped durasteel of his helmet as he turned his head to look right at -
Kylo flexes his hands and the leather of his gloves scratches over the untreated lightsaber burns and it grounds him somewhat, moving in tandem with the sharp sound of Rey's gasp. He doesn't move toward her but keeps his distance with the same long, lean look that had colored his expression when the Resistance had had him caged in the command shuttle. A predator hunted and defensive, ready to strike should the blow come. But Rey doesn't lash out at him, through the Force or otherwise, though she might technically have every reason to do so. Rather, she turns on her heel and enters the hold without saying a word to him, giving Kylo little choice other than to follow her, waiting for her to pepper him with questions that don't immediately manifest. What he is treated to is the trembling of her hands as she tries to peel back layers of the ship in order to continue chipping away at small problems with larger problems of their own. His own hands don't shake, but they do throb.
An inquiry hangs on his tongue, which she answers as if perceiving its existence before he can even give voice to it, although that answer only inspires further questions in its own right, similar to the way the accusation inherent in the gaze she levels at him inspires his own hackles to raise and his neck to prickle. Her mistrust only serves as a necessary reminder that while they might be on the same side for the moment, their status as allies is questionable and unnatural, and as such he takes a moment to consider whether or not he should answer in any true capacity but ultimately decides that if the day ever comes in which they don't mistrust one another at least a little, they will have larger issues to contend with. )
Prepared to practically scuttle ourselves on the Roche asteroids and barely keeping our eyes open? I'd say probably not, and that would be terribly optimistic of me. ( Kylo crosses the secondary hold from where he has remained by the entrance and crouches down next to her. It's hell on his knees, but he's able to work the panel off where she couldn't, wrenching it free with a sad, metallic whine. His voice is low and hesitant between them, as if reluctant to admit anything. ) Together, I think that we stand a chance against them. But I wouldn't expect them to attack as a unit. In groups of two at the most, maybe. My second-in-command is more likely to pursue on her own.
( As a general rule, Ji dislikes almost all of the other Knights, including Kylo on various occasions, and prefers to work on her own. His tone, however, gives no indication that her choice to operate solo will make her any less of a formidable opponent; on the contrary, she's the one that is likely to give them the most trouble. The inevitability of her tracking them down eventually does not interest him so much as Rey's admission to having glimpsed them standing as a united front, and even that does not interest him so much as the fact that she has seen anything at all. Wading through the Force in that way is a murky and confusing affair, and while he'd sensed her awakening to the Force itself, gotten a sense of her in some way through Snoke's guidance and his own connection to his ability to perceive the universe in ways that non-sensitives could not, it wasn't with the same detailed explanation that she's giving him now. )
The Force showed them to you? ( He tries to keep his voice level with patience, but it's never been his strong suit, and it rises somewhat in pitch and volume as he interrogates her. ) What did you see?
i stared FOREVER at the vision scene. and used lots of name generators. IDK MAKING THIS UP AS I GO
Kylo flexes his hands and the leather of his gloves scratches over the untreated lightsaber burns and it grounds him somewhat, moving in tandem with the sharp sound of Rey's gasp. He doesn't move toward her but keeps his distance with the same long, lean look that had colored his expression when the Resistance had had him caged in the command shuttle. A predator hunted and defensive, ready to strike should the blow come. But Rey doesn't lash out at him, through the Force or otherwise, though she might technically have every reason to do so. Rather, she turns on her heel and enters the hold without saying a word to him, giving Kylo little choice other than to follow her, waiting for her to pepper him with questions that don't immediately manifest. What he is treated to is the trembling of her hands as she tries to peel back layers of the ship in order to continue chipping away at small problems with larger problems of their own. His own hands don't shake, but they do throb.
An inquiry hangs on his tongue, which she answers as if perceiving its existence before he can even give voice to it, although that answer only inspires further questions in its own right, similar to the way the accusation inherent in the gaze she levels at him inspires his own hackles to raise and his neck to prickle. Her mistrust only serves as a necessary reminder that while they might be on the same side for the moment, their status as allies is questionable and unnatural, and as such he takes a moment to consider whether or not he should answer in any true capacity but ultimately decides that if the day ever comes in which they don't mistrust one another at least a little, they will have larger issues to contend with. )
Prepared to practically scuttle ourselves on the Roche asteroids and barely keeping our eyes open? I'd say probably not, and that would be terribly optimistic of me. ( Kylo crosses the secondary hold from where he has remained by the entrance and crouches down next to her. It's hell on his knees, but he's able to work the panel off where she couldn't, wrenching it free with a sad, metallic whine. His voice is low and hesitant between them, as if reluctant to admit anything. ) Together, I think that we stand a chance against them. But I wouldn't expect them to attack as a unit. In groups of two at the most, maybe. My second-in-command is more likely to pursue on her own.
( As a general rule, Ji dislikes almost all of the other Knights, including Kylo on various occasions, and prefers to work on her own. His tone, however, gives no indication that her choice to operate solo will make her any less of a formidable opponent; on the contrary, she's the one that is likely to give them the most trouble. The inevitability of her tracking them down eventually does not interest him so much as Rey's admission to having glimpsed them standing as a united front, and even that does not interest him so much as the fact that she has seen anything at all. Wading through the Force in that way is a murky and confusing affair, and while he'd sensed her awakening to the Force itself, gotten a sense of her in some way through Snoke's guidance and his own connection to his ability to perceive the universe in ways that non-sensitives could not, it wasn't with the same detailed explanation that she's giving him now. )
The Force showed them to you? ( He tries to keep his voice level with patience, but it's never been his strong suit, and it rises somewhat in pitch and volume as he interrogates her. ) What did you see?