[ The rationale behind his prompt warning does not escape her, a correction to evade the earlier anger she’d pointed towards him in a moment of panic, but what surprises her is the contentedness that follows in the wake of that acknowledgment: she’s glad to know that he considers her anger something to be evaded, to be wary of. She is a threat, a coiled and feral animal ready to strike as soon as he gives her the excuse, and it is better that she has that effect on him, given her mutual wariness of his temperament.
But that is not what keeps her silent following his admission; instead, it is the deliberate weighing of their options, considering the benefits and drawbacks of potentially meeting this Knight on her own territory. Surely she would have a better understanding of the terrain, be able to track them more quickly, but at this point, the goal is not merely to evade—they need to confront, and if they cannot convert, they need need to kill.
That’s a bucket of cold water on her head, tightening her grip on the yoke. ]
Good. [ That final decision does not come without tension, the muscles of her jaw rippling with flexion; if they have hope of converting rather than killing, her home planet is likely the place to do it. Maybe it will remind her of who she was before she was hollowed out by Snoke. Maybe it will leave her feeling on the defensive, having them crash through her personal history so recklessly. Or maybe it’ll just end this sooner.
Switches flip and the engines begin their hum, leading Rey to turn and nod her head to Kylo for them to, in tandem, ease the ship forward and lift off from the hangar. Lights strobe as they shudder towards the doors, and Rey only realizes as they begin to pass that the hangar is closing. The Millennium Falcon cuts cleanly through and into the glimmering daylight of Hapan airspace, but behind them, steel blast doors continue to draw shut as if to trap the Resistance within.
Rey sits up straighter in a panic, eyes wide, tense all over, the possibility of turning back on the tip of her tongue as she strains to help the people she had a moment ago planned to abandon. She cannot, on an emotional level, fathom the Queen-Mother’s intentions in keeping them there, though she presumes it’s to curry favor with the First Order to help them remain apart from the rest of the galaxy’s problems as it continues to sweep through. Betrayal screams through her, wracking her, demanding that she wheel the ship around and dive back in, but instead her hands hold steady, knuckles white, while tears well in her eyes.
It will be too long before she knows what has become of Finn, of Poe, of Chewbacca, but the General’s shuttle breaks atmo to return to the greater Resistance fleet above. The monolith of the cause will survive, even if her friends do not, and she needs to find a way to reconcile that ache in her chest. ]
Waits for the DVD like Fry's dog. So close. And so close to high res icons
But that is not what keeps her silent following his admission; instead, it is the deliberate weighing of their options, considering the benefits and drawbacks of potentially meeting this Knight on her own territory. Surely she would have a better understanding of the terrain, be able to track them more quickly, but at this point, the goal is not merely to evade—they need to confront, and if they cannot convert, they need need to kill.
That’s a bucket of cold water on her head, tightening her grip on the yoke. ]
Good. [ That final decision does not come without tension, the muscles of her jaw rippling with flexion; if they have hope of converting rather than killing, her home planet is likely the place to do it. Maybe it will remind her of who she was before she was hollowed out by Snoke. Maybe it will leave her feeling on the defensive, having them crash through her personal history so recklessly. Or maybe it’ll just end this sooner.
Switches flip and the engines begin their hum, leading Rey to turn and nod her head to Kylo for them to, in tandem, ease the ship forward and lift off from the hangar. Lights strobe as they shudder towards the doors, and Rey only realizes as they begin to pass that the hangar is closing. The Millennium Falcon cuts cleanly through and into the glimmering daylight of Hapan airspace, but behind them, steel blast doors continue to draw shut as if to trap the Resistance within.
Rey sits up straighter in a panic, eyes wide, tense all over, the possibility of turning back on the tip of her tongue as she strains to help the people she had a moment ago planned to abandon. She cannot, on an emotional level, fathom the Queen-Mother’s intentions in keeping them there, though she presumes it’s to curry favor with the First Order to help them remain apart from the rest of the galaxy’s problems as it continues to sweep through. Betrayal screams through her, wracking her, demanding that she wheel the ship around and dive back in, but instead her hands hold steady, knuckles white, while tears well in her eyes.
It will be too long before she knows what has become of Finn, of Poe, of Chewbacca, but the General’s shuttle breaks atmo to return to the greater Resistance fleet above. The monolith of the cause will survive, even if her friends do not, and she needs to find a way to reconcile that ache in her chest. ]