[ When she hears Kylo Ren approach, Rey opts not to turn towards him, instead staring hard at the opposite wall, staring straight through panels of aged circuitry without really seeing it. He doesn't tell her anything she doesn't already know—which is either a hazard of the bond, or a simple fact of their circumstances. But there's something faintly heartening in the way that he seems to implicitly affirm her choice to leave Chewie behind, as impossible as it may feel now.
Only after she's prompted for reply does Rey turn around, a somber resolve schooling her expression into something full of hard, dark lines. Her eyes lift and fix on Kylo for a moment. ] I hope so. Otherwise, we'll be making a terrible mistake to divert our course from the Resistance's.
[ Then, breezily, she moves past him without taking the sensor. ]
I'm going to guess that you understand the basics of how the Falcon works.
[ She carries on as if she expects that he'll have followed her, not missing a beat before launching into the necessity of their escape and distraction. ]
I'll need you to operate the gunner seat and help me bring us in and out of hyperspace. Other than that, I should be able to manage.
[ The assumed state of being is Rey able to handle everything herself, so she only wastes her breath on the humbling exceptions as she crosses the threshold to the cockpit and begins to fire the engines, adjusting the dial to funnel some of the energy towards the hyperdrive to get it primed.
She is cutting her parachute and free-falling from the moment she feels Chewie fade to a mere blip on her radar, and all Rey can keep herself afloat with is the assurance that she's doing the right thing, covered with a heaping helping of busy-work to keep her occupied and blinded to the difficulty that she faces by relieving herself of the attachments she's made without so much as a goodbye. Luke must be terrified. She thinks of the hard-fought battles to try and persuade him to instruct her, of the distant sadness in his gaze when he thought of how he'd failed his last students, of the war that waged in him, and she hopes he'll know what she is doing here.
Charts light up the front window before her, arcing blue lines connecting to nearby planets while Rey cycles through their options. Finally, it settles on the nearest planet hovering at the edge of the Outer Rim from where they are: Mandalore. Far enough to steer them clear, decidedly on a planet that the Resistance would not attempt to take, and not the sort of planet she'd beat herself up about being caught in their crossfire. ]
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Only after she's prompted for reply does Rey turn around, a somber resolve schooling her expression into something full of hard, dark lines. Her eyes lift and fix on Kylo for a moment. ] I hope so. Otherwise, we'll be making a terrible mistake to divert our course from the Resistance's.
[ Then, breezily, she moves past him without taking the sensor. ]
I'm going to guess that you understand the basics of how the Falcon works.
[ She carries on as if she expects that he'll have followed her, not missing a beat before launching into the necessity of their escape and distraction. ]
I'll need you to operate the gunner seat and help me bring us in and out of hyperspace. Other than that, I should be able to manage.
[ The assumed state of being is Rey able to handle everything herself, so she only wastes her breath on the humbling exceptions as she crosses the threshold to the cockpit and begins to fire the engines, adjusting the dial to funnel some of the energy towards the hyperdrive to get it primed.
She is cutting her parachute and free-falling from the moment she feels Chewie fade to a mere blip on her radar, and all Rey can keep herself afloat with is the assurance that she's doing the right thing, covered with a heaping helping of busy-work to keep her occupied and blinded to the difficulty that she faces by relieving herself of the attachments she's made without so much as a goodbye. Luke must be terrified. She thinks of the hard-fought battles to try and persuade him to instruct her, of the distant sadness in his gaze when he thought of how he'd failed his last students, of the war that waged in him, and she hopes he'll know what she is doing here.
Charts light up the front window before her, arcing blue lines connecting to nearby planets while Rey cycles through their options. Finally, it settles on the nearest planet hovering at the edge of the Outer Rim from where they are: Mandalore. Far enough to steer them clear, decidedly on a planet that the Resistance would not attempt to take, and not the sort of planet she'd beat herself up about being caught in their crossfire. ]
Buckle in.