( The press of her fingers and palm at his elbow startle him slightly, a sharp jerk twisting him sideways in the abruptness of its appearance. For as much as he's initiated contact between the two of them - and even then, it hasn't been paramount by any stretch of the word - the reciprocation of it still borders on unwelcome and unexpected, almost anticipating a slide into something more aggressive and violent rather than just remaining as a persuasive tool in which to encourage him to follow her. Which is what he does once he's regained himself somewhat, slipping easily under the shallowness of his own reaction and turning to follow Rey through the crowd. She nearly breaks into a jog and then a run, but his longer strides mean that he doesn't have to break nearly the sweat in order to keep up with her, even though the distraction of his own mind and thoughts keeps him on his toes enough in its own right.
He could claim easily that Organa's destruction at the hands of the First Order through whatever channel - Hapans or otherwise - also assured his own mutually premature ending and let it live and die as that, but Kylo knows without having to examine it why he had done what he had done in standing next to Rey on the bay floor and reaching out alongside her. It isn't a fact that he's ready or willing to examine, and as such he falls back into the routine they have established over he last pocketful of hours and days of running with minds linked like arms, a chain that vibrates between them and melds into something so perfectly crafted that he at times can't tell who is thinking or saying what, who encourages the other through this throng or around this corner, who more acutely senses the encroaching darkness and lets it bleed into the other.
Guilt doesn't lance into him as Rey hurls scenarios at the walls of her own mind, but like the busted heating unit in the ship's interior, Kylo understands that he is more than partially responsible for the current state of affairs, even if Rey's implicit involvement can't be denied as well. She was the hand in the dark that drew him back into a twilight field, and now her task falls to seeing the both of them cross that field soundly to the other side, to whatever waits there for them. Still, her deliberation slams into the walls of his own mind, his own thoughts, until Kylo is inadvertently trying to come up with a plan of attack that doesn't involve an outright attack. The ship is in their line of sight before he says anything operating under the guise of trying to be helpful. )
I could knock him out and stow him on a Resistance ship.
( That, he knows, is absolutely sure not to be seen as a helpful suggestion, but it seems a more tolerable method of approach over talking to the Wookiee at all. Still, it's going to fall to Rey to convince him: if Kylo tried in any capacity, it's likely Chewbacca might insist on staying aboard just to watch him. Kylo knows, however, that Rey's intuition regarding her co-pilot's - and the rest of the Resistance, for that matter - safety is not wrong. Something is coming, and it's coming for him, for them. Their chances of survival are better apart than they are together, in this case. )
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He could claim easily that Organa's destruction at the hands of the First Order through whatever channel - Hapans or otherwise - also assured his own mutually premature ending and let it live and die as that, but Kylo knows without having to examine it why he had done what he had done in standing next to Rey on the bay floor and reaching out alongside her. It isn't a fact that he's ready or willing to examine, and as such he falls back into the routine they have established over he last pocketful of hours and days of running with minds linked like arms, a chain that vibrates between them and melds into something so perfectly crafted that he at times can't tell who is thinking or saying what, who encourages the other through this throng or around this corner, who more acutely senses the encroaching darkness and lets it bleed into the other.
Guilt doesn't lance into him as Rey hurls scenarios at the walls of her own mind, but like the busted heating unit in the ship's interior, Kylo understands that he is more than partially responsible for the current state of affairs, even if Rey's implicit involvement can't be denied as well. She was the hand in the dark that drew him back into a twilight field, and now her task falls to seeing the both of them cross that field soundly to the other side, to whatever waits there for them. Still, her deliberation slams into the walls of his own mind, his own thoughts, until Kylo is inadvertently trying to come up with a plan of attack that doesn't involve an outright attack. The ship is in their line of sight before he says anything operating under the guise of trying to be helpful. )
I could knock him out and stow him on a Resistance ship.
( That, he knows, is absolutely sure not to be seen as a helpful suggestion, but it seems a more tolerable method of approach over talking to the Wookiee at all. Still, it's going to fall to Rey to convince him: if Kylo tried in any capacity, it's likely Chewbacca might insist on staying aboard just to watch him. Kylo knows, however, that Rey's intuition regarding her co-pilot's - and the rest of the Resistance, for that matter - safety is not wrong. Something is coming, and it's coming for him, for them. Their chances of survival are better apart than they are together, in this case. )