[ His assessment is alarmingly accurate, and Rey wonders if he's seen glimpses of life on Jakku, her favored weapon gripped slim and precise between her palms, always safer with it. Most of the locals knew well enough not to harass her on most occasions, so solitary that she'd hardly been paid any mind to begin with. She's unashamed of her lonely adolescence, a scrappy survivor, wholly self sufficient, but her eyes flash at his scathing remarks just the same, the barest jump in her pulse. It still leaves her uneasy to know that someone has been forcefully privy to those parts of her mind, sanctuaries from the loneliness that threatened to swallow her up in the long, empty nights.
But in return, she knows— that he is alone, too.
Shifting her weight with a subtle air of impatience, she clenches the hilt of her saber a little harder, a comfort in her hand despite knowing, unless pressed, Kylo will not strike out at her. ] That's why I called you out, isn't it? I realized I have to do this my way. And maybe my way involves you, in one form or another. [ It wasn't that Master Skywalker's style or form had disagreed with her— quite the contrary, in fact. The weeks spent with him had been both introspective and deeply peaceful, a real ocean all around them, waves lulling her to sleep each night, colors vivid and tangible and she'd drank it all in greedily, from her surroundings to Skywalker's instruction, the quiet talks over a soothing campfire, mornings of meditation, side by side.
But something hadn't quite fit, and she'd found herself distracted. Not just by the shadowy presence lingering in her mind ( not always necessarily unpleasant, but there ) but by a former stormtrooper still unconscious star systems away and a weakened but joyful coalition of the bravest people she's ever met. The Resistance never often strayed from the forefront of her mind and long ago, having been there before, Luke Skywalker had been quietly understanding of this. Still: ]
I didn't come here to talk about Luke Skywalker, Ren. You're dancing around my questions. Is this— [ Physically, she gestures between them but gives him a nudge with the Force as well, through their link, a knock at the door of his mind: ] your doing? That day.
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But in return, she knows— that he is alone, too.
Shifting her weight with a subtle air of impatience, she clenches the hilt of her saber a little harder, a comfort in her hand despite knowing, unless pressed, Kylo will not strike out at her. ] That's why I called you out, isn't it? I realized I have to do this my way. And maybe my way involves you, in one form or another. [ It wasn't that Master Skywalker's style or form had disagreed with her— quite the contrary, in fact. The weeks spent with him had been both introspective and deeply peaceful, a real ocean all around them, waves lulling her to sleep each night, colors vivid and tangible and she'd drank it all in greedily, from her surroundings to Skywalker's instruction, the quiet talks over a soothing campfire, mornings of meditation, side by side.
But something hadn't quite fit, and she'd found herself distracted. Not just by the shadowy presence lingering in her mind ( not always necessarily unpleasant, but there ) but by a former stormtrooper still unconscious star systems away and a weakened but joyful coalition of the bravest people she's ever met. The Resistance never often strayed from the forefront of her mind and long ago, having been there before, Luke Skywalker had been quietly understanding of this. Still: ]
I didn't come here to talk about Luke Skywalker, Ren. You're dancing around my questions. Is this— [ Physically, she gestures between them but gives him a nudge with the Force as well, through their link, a knock at the door of his mind: ] your doing? That day.