[ To have Kylo Ren offering her words of comfort, even in a more honest form than the cheap platitudes and reassurances so easily reached for, turns her stomach and Rey grits her teeth while she blinks back the tears and swallows the thick lump that forms in her throat with difficulty.
She can't help but think how he has no idea what she is feeling, the difficulty of it, because it's too foreign to him to care about someone else's safety more than she cares about herself. When she was on Jakku, her survival was all she had, but that's changed now, and it's worth a great deal less to her than Finn's, than Chewie's. ]
Don't. [ It's perhaps unfair to cut him off so abruptly, to ignore the clear fact that he'd evaded any jeering answer to her apparent tears, but that doesn't stop Rey from doing it. She doesn't want his hand to be the one on her shoulder, figuratively or otherwise. Rather than dwell, she pulls the yoke back and the engines accelerate until the ship is rattling with the force of breaking the atmosphere, a clean fade into the peaceful abyss of space.
Regardless of who she's doing service to, she follows through, and they clear the planet and leave the trickling pattern of Resistance ships parting at another angle, a thin belt of grey splotches on the inky cloak of space. She raises her arm then and wipes a tear that leaks down her cheek away, stubborn enough to be mad at it for daring to fall rather than examining the sentiment that led to it. She can't afford to be plagued with it right now.
She sets immediately about charting the course through hyperspace around debris, letting the projected potentialities distract her from her own feelings with the familiar coolness of soft blue light. She locks it in, promising them an arrival at Mandalore within half a day. Kylo warrants only a presumptive nod from him as she reaches for the hyperdrive, waiting for him to join her in engaging it so that the stars can streak into white lines down the front window of the ship, and peel away the last remnants of Hapes' hold. ]
2 more weeks so close
She can't help but think how he has no idea what she is feeling, the difficulty of it, because it's too foreign to him to care about someone else's safety more than she cares about herself. When she was on Jakku, her survival was all she had, but that's changed now, and it's worth a great deal less to her than Finn's, than Chewie's. ]
Don't. [ It's perhaps unfair to cut him off so abruptly, to ignore the clear fact that he'd evaded any jeering answer to her apparent tears, but that doesn't stop Rey from doing it. She doesn't want his hand to be the one on her shoulder, figuratively or otherwise. Rather than dwell, she pulls the yoke back and the engines accelerate until the ship is rattling with the force of breaking the atmosphere, a clean fade into the peaceful abyss of space.
Regardless of who she's doing service to, she follows through, and they clear the planet and leave the trickling pattern of Resistance ships parting at another angle, a thin belt of grey splotches on the inky cloak of space. She raises her arm then and wipes a tear that leaks down her cheek away, stubborn enough to be mad at it for daring to fall rather than examining the sentiment that led to it. She can't afford to be plagued with it right now.
She sets immediately about charting the course through hyperspace around debris, letting the projected potentialities distract her from her own feelings with the familiar coolness of soft blue light. She locks it in, promising them an arrival at Mandalore within half a day. Kylo warrants only a presumptive nod from him as she reaches for the hyperdrive, waiting for him to join her in engaging it so that the stars can streak into white lines down the front window of the ship, and peel away the last remnants of Hapes' hold. ]