[ The guidance of Kylo's familiar tether to Organa herself hones their joined minds in like an arrow, piercing through the hull of the approaching shuttle and rippling like a raindrop in a pond, the smallest of signs, but far-reaching repercussions. Rey's eyes widen, and she turns to fix her attention on Kylo with a measure of sharp confusion that searches him for a clear justification of the way he'd leapt to protect the General from the shapeless dark that threatened.
Perhaps it reflects poorly on Rey that she had expected him to dismiss her safety entirely, perhaps not, but it reflects something on Kylo Ren that even though he'd been able to run his father through, he'd buckled under the threat of harm coming to his mother and reached out for her with barely a moment's pause. Just as speechlessness frayed her response in the interrogation room at the indisputable realization that he was not some grotesque monster behind that mask, Rey stands in awe that he does not stand by now, for it means confronting the man that he is and not the beast she has imagined him as.
Strangely, it does not humble her, but instead offers a measure of reassurance that she has not made some terrible mistake in dragging him back from the brink of eternal night by the ear.
They feel the effects of Kylo's more concentrated missive in tandem, a flicker of energy pulsing around the hangar, then the shuttle above slows its approach. Seconds turn to minutes, and Resistance officers make their way out of the cabins of their various shaped and sized ships, a mutter spreading through the hangar and finally reaching their ears that Organa has issued an evacuation order.
Rey's hand flies immediately to Kylo's arm to turn him back to the Falcon. ] Now. Let's hope Chewbacca's finished the repairs to the shields.
[ In the hurry, bordering on a run for Rey whose stocky legs try to cover more ground than they can in mere level haste, to the ship, they break through a number of clusters of Resistance fighters, none of whom mention the rally point. Orders, in all likelihood, which would concern Rey if she had any intention of reuniting with the Resistance as it stands.
Rather, Kylo Ren is privy to a hundred unsatisfactory scenarios in which she tries to encourage Chewbacca onto another Resistance vessel to protect him from the inevitability of their tailing party as well, for she can't help but imagine their role in this. The tracker in Kylo Ren's belt, however scrambled. The Knights of Ren pursuing the traitor to deal with them. The safest place for Chewie is far away from them, just like the best way for them to protect Luke and Leia, Finn and Poe, is to go very, very far away. But she can't articulate it, telepathically or otherwise, in any meaningful way even as she breezes through portal doors that hiss as they open the path to the hangar where the Falcon waits.
Kylo stretched himself to the seemingly impossible to protect Leia Organa today. Rey owes it to her to find a way to do the same. ]
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Perhaps it reflects poorly on Rey that she had expected him to dismiss her safety entirely, perhaps not, but it reflects something on Kylo Ren that even though he'd been able to run his father through, he'd buckled under the threat of harm coming to his mother and reached out for her with barely a moment's pause. Just as speechlessness frayed her response in the interrogation room at the indisputable realization that he was not some grotesque monster behind that mask, Rey stands in awe that he does not stand by now, for it means confronting the man that he is and not the beast she has imagined him as.
Strangely, it does not humble her, but instead offers a measure of reassurance that she has not made some terrible mistake in dragging him back from the brink of eternal night by the ear.
They feel the effects of Kylo's more concentrated missive in tandem, a flicker of energy pulsing around the hangar, then the shuttle above slows its approach. Seconds turn to minutes, and Resistance officers make their way out of the cabins of their various shaped and sized ships, a mutter spreading through the hangar and finally reaching their ears that Organa has issued an evacuation order.
Rey's hand flies immediately to Kylo's arm to turn him back to the Falcon. ] Now. Let's hope Chewbacca's finished the repairs to the shields.
[ In the hurry, bordering on a run for Rey whose stocky legs try to cover more ground than they can in mere level haste, to the ship, they break through a number of clusters of Resistance fighters, none of whom mention the rally point. Orders, in all likelihood, which would concern Rey if she had any intention of reuniting with the Resistance as it stands.
Rather, Kylo Ren is privy to a hundred unsatisfactory scenarios in which she tries to encourage Chewbacca onto another Resistance vessel to protect him from the inevitability of their tailing party as well, for she can't help but imagine their role in this. The tracker in Kylo Ren's belt, however scrambled. The Knights of Ren pursuing the traitor to deal with them. The safest place for Chewie is far away from them, just like the best way for them to protect Luke and Leia, Finn and Poe, is to go very, very far away. But she can't articulate it, telepathically or otherwise, in any meaningful way even as she breezes through portal doors that hiss as they open the path to the hangar where the Falcon waits.
Kylo stretched himself to the seemingly impossible to protect Leia Organa today. Rey owes it to her to find a way to do the same. ]