[ His scar is no surprise, remembering with vivid clarity how it had felt beneath her callused fingertips, despite never having touched it at all with her own hands and she has the good graces not to flinch in the face of her own handiwork. That day still feels like a hazy dream that happened to someone else, not her and yet she's taken apart each second, piece by piece, overanalyzing her own clumsy footwork, his unfocused, dizzying replies with his saber, snow blurring her vision. I can show you the ways of the Force. Nearly pleading. It still startles her.
There's a nagging sense of relief when he removes his helm, not unaccustomed to hearing his actual voice behind the modulator ( it's so often in her thoughts, in her dreams ) but somehow it feels like leveling the playing field. Kylo Ren looks older now, only weeks between their last meeting but something around his eyes has aged, a hidden weariness there. Killing his own father had hardly the effect he'd anticipated, and even if she hadn't caught glimpses of that uncertainty in him, sparse moments of self doubt at the back of her neck, a twinge from across star systems, their culminating duel after had been all the proof she needed.
His criticism nearly curves the corner of her mouth up, curbing it instead by pursing her lips together. It's a problem she's aware of, favoring her right side and leaving her left open and vulnerable, and he's not wrong, wondering now how often he's been there, feet bare in the greenest grass she's ever seen, a trusty stick in place of a lightsaber at first, and then— Luke Skywalker's brilliant blue blade again, unable to resist how right it feels in her grip, perched on her hip even now. ]
I've been working on it, thanks. I'm a quick learner. [ Dryly reassuring, as if he's truly concerned about her fighting form ( if he is, it's not out of worry for her ) the silence between them after heavy with the implication of a next time. Rey knows he won't try and strike her down, not today and maybe not ever, but she can only wonder why he hasn't drug her back to his master by now. His mind is a fortress she can only see through the cracks in his defenses, and still that is more than he'd prefer. ]
He could feel it, before I even had the chance. [ Being around Master Skywalker had helped steel her own defenses, keeping his location clouded in her mind lest Kylo attempt to reach in and pluck it out from her, a probable threat. ] Apparently— [ Here, she hesitates, uncertain: ] it's highly unusual.
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There's a nagging sense of relief when he removes his helm, not unaccustomed to hearing his actual voice behind the modulator ( it's so often in her thoughts, in her dreams ) but somehow it feels like leveling the playing field. Kylo Ren looks older now, only weeks between their last meeting but something around his eyes has aged, a hidden weariness there. Killing his own father had hardly the effect he'd anticipated, and even if she hadn't caught glimpses of that uncertainty in him, sparse moments of self doubt at the back of her neck, a twinge from across star systems, their culminating duel after had been all the proof she needed.
His criticism nearly curves the corner of her mouth up, curbing it instead by pursing her lips together. It's a problem she's aware of, favoring her right side and leaving her left open and vulnerable, and he's not wrong, wondering now how often he's been there, feet bare in the greenest grass she's ever seen, a trusty stick in place of a lightsaber at first, and then— Luke Skywalker's brilliant blue blade again, unable to resist how right it feels in her grip, perched on her hip even now. ]
I've been working on it, thanks. I'm a quick learner. [ Dryly reassuring, as if he's truly concerned about her fighting form ( if he is, it's not out of worry for her ) the silence between them after heavy with the implication of a next time. Rey knows he won't try and strike her down, not today and maybe not ever, but she can only wonder why he hasn't drug her back to his master by now. His mind is a fortress she can only see through the cracks in his defenses, and still that is more than he'd prefer. ]
He could feel it, before I even had the chance. [ Being around Master Skywalker had helped steel her own defenses, keeping his location clouded in her mind lest Kylo attempt to reach in and pluck it out from her, a probable threat. ] Apparently— [ Here, she hesitates, uncertain: ] it's highly unusual.