[ Were her life the only one to hang in the balance, Rey might let it go at that, but the fact of the matter is that if she isn’t positive that the sensor in his belt is deactivated, she will be jeopardizing Finn, Poe, General Organa, Chewbacca, and the whole of the Resistance where it rests here on Hapes. Those lives she will not gamble with.
She turns on her heels and beelines for the main hold where his possessions are piled, throwing materials haphazardly away until she gets to the belt and searches with deft hands across the stiff material for a place where it gives or where it’s especially stiff. With all the grace of an expert, she draws the sensor out of its place within the belt; holding it aloft, she reaches into the leather pouch at her side and rummages for tools, producing a fine-pointed pin for testing electronics for their broadcasting abilities—a fine tool for a scavenger trying to make sure that radio and communications parts remained functional. She worries it under the faceplate of the transmitter and watches the results come up, a jumbled series of unfamiliar characters. The kind of thing that could be either a scrambled transmission or some kind of code.
Her attention winds around with the turn of her head to fix on Kylo, narrow gaze drinking in the stiff height of him and the tight boxes he coils himself into. Either he is a desperate soul adrift as she was, or he is only content to remain among them because he knows it will ultimately hail the destruction of the Resistance. She has no answer, no clear path, only her gut and the promise of a plan he offers up to her; it is hard for her to imagine a way in which he could use the plan he provides against her, but she is no tactician. It occurs to her only then that the frustration of greeting the brunt of bureaucracy and Leia and Luke’s decision-making back on Corellia had been as much a boon as interference. She grinds her teeth down into dust.
Alone in this, they have little choice but to trust each other, and Rey does not miss the irony in the fact that she is the one to mistrust him, given that she is the one who had actively sought his death, who had tricked him into defecting. He is not the monster she has wished he would be. ]
You should have told me. [ She can’t let go of her anger, so she finds a way to justify it in a better way of handling it, as if it would have made her any less irritated with the impossibility of objective confirmation of his claims. Packing her tool away into the satchel again, she tosses the belt to him. ] On Corellia before we left: we could have dumped it there. Why bring it with at all? [ Marching up to close the distance between them, she puts on a good show of intimidation for someone a clear foot shorter than him, eyes blazing at the injustice and potential opening for betrayal. ] Leader Snoke is a poor safety net. You think if you activated that thing because it was going South for you here that he’d let you live?
[ It isn’t fair or right, reminding him so doggedly that he has no other options, that they have cornered him into a box from which he must cooperate with the Resistance, for he finds persecution in all corners, but Rey does it anyway. Only with the passing of time does she begin to pinpoint why she feels compelled to sling it at him like mud, and she wishes she hadn’t self-examined when it occurs to her that it’s because she’s hurt by it. How childish, to lash out for such a thing. To be surprised at an injury by an enemy. Seething—as much with herself now as with him—she drops her gaze and folds her arms over her chest. ]
We’ll stay here until the General arrives. Then, we can pursue the Resistance to their next target, within the Consortium or elsewhere, and eject it in an emergency shuttle with a course for whatever planet you find suitable. [ She waves a hand. ] Nar Shaddaa. [ That dismissal doesn’t do much for cooling her jets, but it does at least distract her with the pragmatism of planning. ] It will allow us to remain with the Resistance until Master Luke decides how the Knights would be best approached
They barely need me ok
She turns on her heels and beelines for the main hold where his possessions are piled, throwing materials haphazardly away until she gets to the belt and searches with deft hands across the stiff material for a place where it gives or where it’s especially stiff. With all the grace of an expert, she draws the sensor out of its place within the belt; holding it aloft, she reaches into the leather pouch at her side and rummages for tools, producing a fine-pointed pin for testing electronics for their broadcasting abilities—a fine tool for a scavenger trying to make sure that radio and communications parts remained functional. She worries it under the faceplate of the transmitter and watches the results come up, a jumbled series of unfamiliar characters. The kind of thing that could be either a scrambled transmission or some kind of code.
Her attention winds around with the turn of her head to fix on Kylo, narrow gaze drinking in the stiff height of him and the tight boxes he coils himself into. Either he is a desperate soul adrift as she was, or he is only content to remain among them because he knows it will ultimately hail the destruction of the Resistance. She has no answer, no clear path, only her gut and the promise of a plan he offers up to her; it is hard for her to imagine a way in which he could use the plan he provides against her, but she is no tactician. It occurs to her only then that the frustration of greeting the brunt of bureaucracy and Leia and Luke’s decision-making back on Corellia had been as much a boon as interference. She grinds her teeth down into dust.
Alone in this, they have little choice but to trust each other, and Rey does not miss the irony in the fact that she is the one to mistrust him, given that she is the one who had actively sought his death, who had tricked him into defecting. He is not the monster she has wished he would be. ]
You should have told me. [ She can’t let go of her anger, so she finds a way to justify it in a better way of handling it, as if it would have made her any less irritated with the impossibility of objective confirmation of his claims. Packing her tool away into the satchel again, she tosses the belt to him. ] On Corellia before we left: we could have dumped it there. Why bring it with at all? [ Marching up to close the distance between them, she puts on a good show of intimidation for someone a clear foot shorter than him, eyes blazing at the injustice and potential opening for betrayal. ] Leader Snoke is a poor safety net. You think if you activated that thing because it was going South for you here that he’d let you live?
[ It isn’t fair or right, reminding him so doggedly that he has no other options, that they have cornered him into a box from which he must cooperate with the Resistance, for he finds persecution in all corners, but Rey does it anyway. Only with the passing of time does she begin to pinpoint why she feels compelled to sling it at him like mud, and she wishes she hadn’t self-examined when it occurs to her that it’s because she’s hurt by it. How childish, to lash out for such a thing. To be surprised at an injury by an enemy. Seething—as much with herself now as with him—she drops her gaze and folds her arms over her chest. ]
We’ll stay here until the General arrives. Then, we can pursue the Resistance to their next target, within the Consortium or elsewhere, and eject it in an emergency shuttle with a course for whatever planet you find suitable. [ She waves a hand. ] Nar Shaddaa. [ That dismissal doesn’t do much for cooling her jets, but it does at least distract her with the pragmatism of planning. ] It will allow us to remain with the Resistance until Master Luke decides how the Knights would be best approached