[ The touch of his hand on her elbow is surprising and not; she feels his approach and can't help thinking she should be prepared for it on some level—and she is—but the very idea of casual physical contact between them feels intrinsically wrong on some level. Like trying to jam unlike puzzle pieces together until they have to fit. But for whatever reason, they do intrinsically (she knows the reason—she'd beat the reason into his head in an attempt to make it so that it was her he was this inexplicably inclined towards and not Snoke), and that's perhaps the more unsettling part of the matter.
She turns her attention up towards him, considering the harsh lines of his face and the harsher expression he wears, alert and ready for a fight—perhaps even hoping for one—but her attention is quickly seized instead by the visible lightsaber at his hip. Rey tilts her head to the side, an accusation on her lips, but it never makes it into anything clearly verbal, just the transferred feeling that pours freely from her mind to his while he continues telepathic communication. ]
I can try. There's the distance to consider, and whether or not he'll allow me to. [ The distance has never been a problem from Rey's mind to Kylo Ren's, and it as that fact that led her to test it with others, with Luke, and find it was more difficult. Not impossible, but when compared to something that comes so naturally, anything else feels like an uphill climb.
All the same, she throws her awareness outward, reaching through the Force for the connections she has within the ship. It's imprecise and ill-practiced, a sloppy grab compared to the smooth transition she makes into Kylo's mind every time, and the net she throws seems to rattle around aimlessly within the confines of the ship a moment. ]
We can't leave until we've warned the General. [ She hopes he knows that, but she doesn't believe him to be considering it when he says that they have to evacuate. It's more important to send the General packing than themselves: they can fight their way out. General Organa is crashing into a trap that will only get worse as time wears on. In all likelihood, the First Order could already be on their way. ] Turn back…
[ He gets just as much of it as Luke does; in fact, she can't even be positive that Luke has opened himself up to her enough to get a read on it, but she has to assume that he's feeling out the Force just as she is, equally aware of the danger they're plummeting into and how much more significant it is than the dangers that have pervaded their fight against the First Order. ]
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She turns her attention up towards him, considering the harsh lines of his face and the harsher expression he wears, alert and ready for a fight—perhaps even hoping for one—but her attention is quickly seized instead by the visible lightsaber at his hip. Rey tilts her head to the side, an accusation on her lips, but it never makes it into anything clearly verbal, just the transferred feeling that pours freely from her mind to his while he continues telepathic communication. ]
I can try. There's the distance to consider, and whether or not he'll allow me to. [ The distance has never been a problem from Rey's mind to Kylo Ren's, and it as that fact that led her to test it with others, with Luke, and find it was more difficult. Not impossible, but when compared to something that comes so naturally, anything else feels like an uphill climb.
All the same, she throws her awareness outward, reaching through the Force for the connections she has within the ship. It's imprecise and ill-practiced, a sloppy grab compared to the smooth transition she makes into Kylo's mind every time, and the net she throws seems to rattle around aimlessly within the confines of the ship a moment. ]
We can't leave until we've warned the General. [ She hopes he knows that, but she doesn't believe him to be considering it when he says that they have to evacuate. It's more important to send the General packing than themselves: they can fight their way out. General Organa is crashing into a trap that will only get worse as time wears on. In all likelihood, the First Order could already be on their way. ] Turn back…
[ He gets just as much of it as Luke does; in fact, she can't even be positive that Luke has opened himself up to her enough to get a read on it, but she has to assume that he's feeling out the Force just as she is, equally aware of the danger they're plummeting into and how much more significant it is than the dangers that have pervaded their fight against the First Order. ]