( Her accusation leveled and directed toward the saber at his hip hits Kylo the same moment that her comments regarding restricted access to Skywalker in the way that he is suggesting do, leaving him a little flabbergasted and as much on the defense as he has been and typically always is. It strikes him as odd, in a way, that she wouldn't be able to communicate with her own master in this way, but then he had hardly had mutual access to Snoke's mind when they were still joined. That connection had been less of a give and take and more of a take and take and give from Kylo's side of the dividing line, but it still isn't what strikes him as odd in any capacity when Rey lays out the reality of the situation for him.
Rather, it's the realization that he had personally made assumptions about the nature of their dynamic and they had turned out to be wrong. Dimly, he wonders if it has something to do with Skywalker's perception of Rey's bond with his less than stalwart nephew or if it's something a little more benign, but there's not a great deal of time to consider basic semantics when they are in the middle of a throng that doesn't want them here in the first place. Rey doesn't seem bothered by her comments, at least, if her attempts to reach outward and glance the interwoven fabric of the ship and its occupants through the Force is anything to go by. Kylo can feel and hear her in his own thoughts, the long sweep of her arm as she stretches to make contact catching him in the trajectory.
He, too, notices the misplaced nature of some of the footholds that she seeks out, the bumps and divots in her connection that don't occur or appear when they cast out for one another, a seamless transition between one mind and the next. Feeling her scrabble for purchase in this way when he's able to so easily compare it to the distinct lack of difficulty that the both of them have when speaking to one another as they have been allows Kylo some greater amount of perspective, and it leaves him feeling a little buzzed in the wake of that understanding. This may be more serious than either of them are prepared for.
Rey's reach is long but grasping, a fist opening and closing around an extended hand. Skywalker is powerful beyond Kylo's knowledge of the word, as much as it kills him to admit it, and is likely to have felt the anticipatory brush of something waiting, lurking, preparing for the General's command ship to touch down, but he's not infallible. Kylo, of all people, knows that much. For what feels like a long time there is no response, and all around them the crowd seems to shift and breathe as one, low murmurs and tinkling laughter that doesn't sit right with the atmosphere. Kylo still can't shake the feeling that there is something hiding and watching in the shadows, and he casts out his own net, feeling for something that he can't be sure of, operating with the sudden thought that if Snoke is keen on either their whereabouts or their intentions, he could very well be throwing up smoke and mirrors to prevent his own intentions from being realized.
Ash coats the back of his mouth when Rey doesn't have an answer quick enough for his liking, and something that tastes a great deal like anxious trepidation claws down his throat. He has felt it before, more than once, and knows that despite his endeavors, it won't go away until he has exhausted the available resources, which means doing something he is not altogether prepared to do. )
General. ( Organa's presence, as Solo's had the moment that he touched down on Starkiller, burns like a supernova with her shuttle's approach. It wipes out and obscures everything around her and curls reality with the heat of it. He would shut Rey out, turn her away, but it requires more energy and focus than he is willing to spare at the moment, and as such she is afforded a front row seat as he attempts to bolster the strength of their connection with the two older members of this ragtag bundle of Force-sensitive nerves. ) You're walking into a trap.
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Rather, it's the realization that he had personally made assumptions about the nature of their dynamic and they had turned out to be wrong. Dimly, he wonders if it has something to do with Skywalker's perception of Rey's bond with his less than stalwart nephew or if it's something a little more benign, but there's not a great deal of time to consider basic semantics when they are in the middle of a throng that doesn't want them here in the first place. Rey doesn't seem bothered by her comments, at least, if her attempts to reach outward and glance the interwoven fabric of the ship and its occupants through the Force is anything to go by. Kylo can feel and hear her in his own thoughts, the long sweep of her arm as she stretches to make contact catching him in the trajectory.
He, too, notices the misplaced nature of some of the footholds that she seeks out, the bumps and divots in her connection that don't occur or appear when they cast out for one another, a seamless transition between one mind and the next. Feeling her scrabble for purchase in this way when he's able to so easily compare it to the distinct lack of difficulty that the both of them have when speaking to one another as they have been allows Kylo some greater amount of perspective, and it leaves him feeling a little buzzed in the wake of that understanding. This may be more serious than either of them are prepared for.
Rey's reach is long but grasping, a fist opening and closing around an extended hand. Skywalker is powerful beyond Kylo's knowledge of the word, as much as it kills him to admit it, and is likely to have felt the anticipatory brush of something waiting, lurking, preparing for the General's command ship to touch down, but he's not infallible. Kylo, of all people, knows that much. For what feels like a long time there is no response, and all around them the crowd seems to shift and breathe as one, low murmurs and tinkling laughter that doesn't sit right with the atmosphere. Kylo still can't shake the feeling that there is something hiding and watching in the shadows, and he casts out his own net, feeling for something that he can't be sure of, operating with the sudden thought that if Snoke is keen on either their whereabouts or their intentions, he could very well be throwing up smoke and mirrors to prevent his own intentions from being realized.
Ash coats the back of his mouth when Rey doesn't have an answer quick enough for his liking, and something that tastes a great deal like anxious trepidation claws down his throat. He has felt it before, more than once, and knows that despite his endeavors, it won't go away until he has exhausted the available resources, which means doing something he is not altogether prepared to do. )
General. ( Organa's presence, as Solo's had the moment that he touched down on Starkiller, burns like a supernova with her shuttle's approach. It wipes out and obscures everything around her and curls reality with the heat of it. He would shut Rey out, turn her away, but it requires more energy and focus than he is willing to spare at the moment, and as such she is afforded a front row seat as he attempts to bolster the strength of their connection with the two older members of this ragtag bundle of Force-sensitive nerves. ) You're walking into a trap.