[ All business, Rey keeps her eyes fixed on him while he explains the nature of what he'd programmed the sensor to do. For the most part, it falls outside the realm of her expertise, but he breaks down the basics to a sufficiently simple path and leaves her to pull the trigger on it, the decision one more on a pile of difficult ones she's had to make.
She closes her fist around the sensor, debates crushing it and letting the Knights find them sooner to get it over with, but survivalism is built too deep into the core of her being to allow her fist to clench. Impotent for the strength of her own will to survive as long as possible, she lets her head tip back against the seat as she peers out at the emptiness of hyperspace unfurling before her.
Shutting her eyes affords her a sense of clarity, a calm that settles over her, and she lets herself focus on the movements of the Force as they whip through it. Absently, she wonders if the nature of a hyperdrive pierces the veil of the Force as it does the fabric of space; would it be damaged? All curiosity quiets the moment she decides to reach out for Finn, the clumsy blanket of her awareness grasping across the galaxy with such cloying desperation that she's sure to find some trace of him, but she turns up empty, and it only serves to sink her deeper into sorrow by meters.
Reality rushes back. She opens her hand and stares down into it, activating the sensor and leaving it on the copilot seat to be forgotten. If Kylo Ren would damn them both, she decides, let him.
As much as she doesn't want to chase him, there's only so much space in the ship, and isolation won't give her any answers or distract her from her demons. When she appears to him again, she has composed herself, a stern and steady look firmly set on her face but without the accompanying confidence and certainty. Regardless of what she has gathered to regain the impression of ease, the misstep of Hapes has shaken her.
She hovers a moment, warring with herself over whether or not she should even bring it up again by attempting justifications for her feelings and the presentation of them, if she needs to qualify her vulnerability before Kylo Ren. Resolving against it, she redirects. ]
They're already hunting us, aren't they? That's why I could feel you stirring in your sleep. [ Terming what he had done sleep seems generous, but she won't insult him by dragging his unpleasantries out into the open air when he'd done her the courtesy of leaving her tears unaddressed. ] You can sense them.
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She closes her fist around the sensor, debates crushing it and letting the Knights find them sooner to get it over with, but survivalism is built too deep into the core of her being to allow her fist to clench. Impotent for the strength of her own will to survive as long as possible, she lets her head tip back against the seat as she peers out at the emptiness of hyperspace unfurling before her.
Shutting her eyes affords her a sense of clarity, a calm that settles over her, and she lets herself focus on the movements of the Force as they whip through it. Absently, she wonders if the nature of a hyperdrive pierces the veil of the Force as it does the fabric of space; would it be damaged? All curiosity quiets the moment she decides to reach out for Finn, the clumsy blanket of her awareness grasping across the galaxy with such cloying desperation that she's sure to find some trace of him, but she turns up empty, and it only serves to sink her deeper into sorrow by meters.
Reality rushes back. She opens her hand and stares down into it, activating the sensor and leaving it on the copilot seat to be forgotten. If Kylo Ren would damn them both, she decides, let him.
As much as she doesn't want to chase him, there's only so much space in the ship, and isolation won't give her any answers or distract her from her demons. When she appears to him again, she has composed herself, a stern and steady look firmly set on her face but without the accompanying confidence and certainty. Regardless of what she has gathered to regain the impression of ease, the misstep of Hapes has shaken her.
She hovers a moment, warring with herself over whether or not she should even bring it up again by attempting justifications for her feelings and the presentation of them, if she needs to qualify her vulnerability before Kylo Ren. Resolving against it, she redirects. ]
They're already hunting us, aren't they? That's why I could feel you stirring in your sleep. [ Terming what he had done sleep seems generous, but she won't insult him by dragging his unpleasantries out into the open air when he'd done her the courtesy of leaving her tears unaddressed. ] You can sense them.