You're entitled to your opinion. ( He says it with no small amount of disagreement, though the fact that he doesn't see things the same way that she does has little to do with whether or not he means what he says. They mirror each other in a number of ways, so why should this perspective be any different? She had the opportunity to give in, to yield, to take what he was offering her in the snow on Starkiller, and could have buckled and relented under the punishing internal gaze of Snoke as he broke the line of defense surrounding them to call out to her on Corellia, and she hadn't. He might not agree with her perspective, but he can't fault her for it, and he certainly can see why she takes the position that she does. ) Although Skywalker might disagree with you on your approach to the black and white of it.
( Kylo doesn't mean any harm in the statement, and he's conscious enough of his position on Skywalker's teachings in the past and Rey's position as his uncle's apprentice to keep any disdain out of his tone, remaining neutral. It helps that he's experienced a bit of a culture shock over the last year or so, despite the twisted dark of further training under Snoke's hand. )
Do you remember - ( He pauses for a moment to work his lip between his teeth as he goes about the careful business of shifting the wire running the length of his poorly assembled blade. Mud is caked underneath and around, turning red a dull shade of patchy brown in places. He also wants to make sure that Skywalker had not done anything to tamper with its assembly or construction; temperamental as it already is, he can't run the risk of the blade exploding in his hand the next time he ignites it. ) - on Starkiller, when I - ( He grits his teeth and blows sharply into the hilt of the saber, a few flakes of dried mud drifting to the floor, then moves onto the plasma emitters. ) - struck the injury from the Wookiee's bowcaster? ( Kylo expects her not to have forgotten it, given how weird it probably seemed. The surge of power that he had felt as a result of those endorphins, that pain, buzzes like intoxication now. Still, it hadn't been enough. ) Anger and pain are useful in their own right. Sometimes it's worth it not to let it go, if you can manipulate it to serve you better, but there's a difference between manipulating it and using it and letting it manipulate and use you.
( Something metal pops under his attention, and he presses his mouth into a thin line. It's a heavy statement to fill such a small compartment, and he isn't sure whether or not it's a result of what he's learned through training in the last year or through other avenues, fresh, gaping wounds. She is right, in a way: none of it is really so black and white. But he thinks that he has a right to use the word inescapable as much as the next person, for all that pain and suffering and anger and hatred has taught him. They will always be there, waiting and lurking and ready to twist. )
If I ask you something, will you try not to get offended by it?
( Kylo isn't positive what provokes him to ask rather than just barrel right ahead, nor does it really readily occur to him what prompts his curiosity in the first place. Her tone is conversational, however, and after living in and out of one another's head for the better part of twenty-four hours, after what she'd done for him in severing Snoke's direct link to his mind with no guarantee that he would keep his word and not find some way to use it to his immediate advantage, Kylo supposes he owes her that much. He'd taken before and the response hadn't been favorable. He's not interested in history repeating itself now. )
no subject
( Kylo doesn't mean any harm in the statement, and he's conscious enough of his position on Skywalker's teachings in the past and Rey's position as his uncle's apprentice to keep any disdain out of his tone, remaining neutral. It helps that he's experienced a bit of a culture shock over the last year or so, despite the twisted dark of further training under Snoke's hand. )
Do you remember - ( He pauses for a moment to work his lip between his teeth as he goes about the careful business of shifting the wire running the length of his poorly assembled blade. Mud is caked underneath and around, turning red a dull shade of patchy brown in places. He also wants to make sure that Skywalker had not done anything to tamper with its assembly or construction; temperamental as it already is, he can't run the risk of the blade exploding in his hand the next time he ignites it. ) - on Starkiller, when I - ( He grits his teeth and blows sharply into the hilt of the saber, a few flakes of dried mud drifting to the floor, then moves onto the plasma emitters. ) - struck the injury from the Wookiee's bowcaster? ( Kylo expects her not to have forgotten it, given how weird it probably seemed. The surge of power that he had felt as a result of those endorphins, that pain, buzzes like intoxication now. Still, it hadn't been enough. ) Anger and pain are useful in their own right. Sometimes it's worth it not to let it go, if you can manipulate it to serve you better, but there's a difference between manipulating it and using it and letting it manipulate and use you.
( Something metal pops under his attention, and he presses his mouth into a thin line. It's a heavy statement to fill such a small compartment, and he isn't sure whether or not it's a result of what he's learned through training in the last year or through other avenues, fresh, gaping wounds. She is right, in a way: none of it is really so black and white. But he thinks that he has a right to use the word inescapable as much as the next person, for all that pain and suffering and anger and hatred has taught him. They will always be there, waiting and lurking and ready to twist. )
If I ask you something, will you try not to get offended by it?
( Kylo isn't positive what provokes him to ask rather than just barrel right ahead, nor does it really readily occur to him what prompts his curiosity in the first place. Her tone is conversational, however, and after living in and out of one another's head for the better part of twenty-four hours, after what she'd done for him in severing Snoke's direct link to his mind with no guarantee that he would keep his word and not find some way to use it to his immediate advantage, Kylo supposes he owes her that much. He'd taken before and the response hadn't been favorable. He's not interested in history repeating itself now. )