( The look in her eyes inspires some of his own steel-toed resolve back to pumping through his veins. Despite his distaste for being aboard this ship, the memories that circulate along with it, having an immediate goal to focus on diverts some of the attention away from the unpleasantness. This isn't about the Resistance, and it isn't about his hazy status within it. As much as she hearkens back to it, it isn't about Rey's time spent on some distant planet with only Skywalker for company, and it isn't about her obligation to anyone other than herself in that moment. They press forward in the interest of ultimate survival, and if that achievement means the parallel survival of the others, then it's a worthwhile endeavor in its own right.
Simplifying it boils it down to a baser level, and it allows him to suspend the outlying thoughts orbiting his consciousness like satellites to the deeper hollows of space. Closing the location sensor in a fist, Kylo follows Rey down the corridor, not bothering to arrest himself mid-step as he crosses the threshold into the cockpit, hot on her heels. )
I was taught to fly it when I was a child. Of course I understand the basics.
( There is no attachment in his tone, no bitterness or resentment or desire for times long gone, dead and buried. This ship is hers, and he knows and accepts that. What Kylo says he says only as a means of response, not intended to elicit a response, and as such he crowds the space that she occupies in bringing up the navigational charts, letting his eyes scan the programmed fight paths and distant options that will lead them away from the Hapes Cluster and the Resistance. Their eyes close on Mandalore at the same time, and he's less than thrilled at the prospect of heading toward the Outer Rim after having weaved the illusion of their location for the Supreme Leader on their way to Roche space, but Snoke is likely to know by now that Kylo has lied to him. All bets are off at this point. They might as well be traveling through the Unknown Regions or Wild Space for all the benefit preconceived notions will afford them.
Kylo straightens up and crosses his arms, staring at the navigational readouts. Staring at Mandalore. Ji, his second, is Mandalorian by birth, though she considers the Knights and its infrastructure her home as opposed to that particular world. He can't decide whether or not she would see it as poetic justice to track them there or avoid the planet and its system as a matter of pride. It isn't Ji who's been haunting his nightmares, though. It's Dryx, and it's Dryx who clouds his perceptions now, who pushes Chewbacca and Organa and Skywalker and all the rest of them to the back of his mind. It doesn't matter where they go, as long as they leave.
After a moment's hesitation, he slides into the seat next to her as prompted. It is covered in hair, but the perspective it offers is not unfamiliar, and Kylo buckles in as instructed, prepared to leap up at a moment's notice to make for the gunner seat. )
You should know - ( He begins, in the interest of being forthcoming following the disaster that was his revelation regarding the location sensor, stowed now in a pocket. ) - one of the Knights of Ren was born on Mandalore. I have absolutely no reason to believe that she would begin a search there, and I think it's a safe bet as far as getting far away from the Resistance and the Hapes Cluster is concerned, but I thought it might be worth it for you to be aware, in the interest of being honest. ( He sits ramrod straight in the seat save for the slight bend in his spine as he leans forward, poised over the controls, running the gamut of what he remembers from time spent in this chair as a boy and what he's learned of piloting during his time spent under the First Order. ) Ready when you are.
/gets 100% distracted rewatching tfa again
Simplifying it boils it down to a baser level, and it allows him to suspend the outlying thoughts orbiting his consciousness like satellites to the deeper hollows of space. Closing the location sensor in a fist, Kylo follows Rey down the corridor, not bothering to arrest himself mid-step as he crosses the threshold into the cockpit, hot on her heels. )
I was taught to fly it when I was a child. Of course I understand the basics.
( There is no attachment in his tone, no bitterness or resentment or desire for times long gone, dead and buried. This ship is hers, and he knows and accepts that. What Kylo says he says only as a means of response, not intended to elicit a response, and as such he crowds the space that she occupies in bringing up the navigational charts, letting his eyes scan the programmed fight paths and distant options that will lead them away from the Hapes Cluster and the Resistance. Their eyes close on Mandalore at the same time, and he's less than thrilled at the prospect of heading toward the Outer Rim after having weaved the illusion of their location for the Supreme Leader on their way to Roche space, but Snoke is likely to know by now that Kylo has lied to him. All bets are off at this point. They might as well be traveling through the Unknown Regions or Wild Space for all the benefit preconceived notions will afford them.
Kylo straightens up and crosses his arms, staring at the navigational readouts. Staring at Mandalore. Ji, his second, is Mandalorian by birth, though she considers the Knights and its infrastructure her home as opposed to that particular world. He can't decide whether or not she would see it as poetic justice to track them there or avoid the planet and its system as a matter of pride. It isn't Ji who's been haunting his nightmares, though. It's Dryx, and it's Dryx who clouds his perceptions now, who pushes Chewbacca and Organa and Skywalker and all the rest of them to the back of his mind. It doesn't matter where they go, as long as they leave.
After a moment's hesitation, he slides into the seat next to her as prompted. It is covered in hair, but the perspective it offers is not unfamiliar, and Kylo buckles in as instructed, prepared to leap up at a moment's notice to make for the gunner seat. )
You should know - ( He begins, in the interest of being forthcoming following the disaster that was his revelation regarding the location sensor, stowed now in a pocket. ) - one of the Knights of Ren was born on Mandalore. I have absolutely no reason to believe that she would begin a search there, and I think it's a safe bet as far as getting far away from the Resistance and the Hapes Cluster is concerned, but I thought it might be worth it for you to be aware, in the interest of being honest. ( He sits ramrod straight in the seat save for the slight bend in his spine as he leans forward, poised over the controls, running the gamut of what he remembers from time spent in this chair as a boy and what he's learned of piloting during his time spent under the First Order. ) Ready when you are.