[ Rey never expected for him to agree with her or even validate her interpretation as plausible; no, that sort of silliness fell beyond the sort of optimism that she could rationalize. Still, she feels some of the wind come out of her sails when he reduces the worth of her explanation to a dated assessment of the monster he fashioned himself into. ]
I thought you might say that.
[ Though she shakes her head, Rey doesn't discourage or undermine any of what he says. Just as she will not expect him to subscribe with a committed heart to the cause or to her inexplicable understanding of the vision as it stood, she will not ask him to become Ben Solo again. She never knew Ben Solo. The loss she feels is only secondary, distant and mitigated by the fact that sitting before her like this, Kylo Ren has a greater capacity to understand and relate to her than Ben Solo ever could. Kylo Ren is a product of loneliness and isolation, just as she is, even if he came to it by will.
All the same, the disgruntled twitch of her mouth joins with a turn of her gaze in an expression that reluctantly admits that she knows what she says sounds— ] You think I don't know how mad it sounds. But mark my word: you're going to spare my life, just as I've spared yours. If I had to guess, I'll bet it's for the same reasons, too.
[ Not the ones she has given voice to, admittedly, but the other, deeper and darker purpose, the gnawing self-possessed loneliness that spins and commands her, driving a need for affirmation and understanding. Long before she reached out for him, Kylo Ren was grasping with spindly leather fingers for her, and Rey reckons now that he merely recognized it sooner—though whether that was a luxury of his age, his training, or the fact that he wasn't the one being hunted, she cannot say. ]
it is in fact shaped like his helmet
I thought you might say that.
[ Though she shakes her head, Rey doesn't discourage or undermine any of what he says. Just as she will not expect him to subscribe with a committed heart to the cause or to her inexplicable understanding of the vision as it stood, she will not ask him to become Ben Solo again. She never knew Ben Solo. The loss she feels is only secondary, distant and mitigated by the fact that sitting before her like this, Kylo Ren has a greater capacity to understand and relate to her than Ben Solo ever could. Kylo Ren is a product of loneliness and isolation, just as she is, even if he came to it by will.
All the same, the disgruntled twitch of her mouth joins with a turn of her gaze in an expression that reluctantly admits that she knows what she says sounds— ] You think I don't know how mad it sounds. But mark my word: you're going to spare my life, just as I've spared yours. If I had to guess, I'll bet it's for the same reasons, too.
[ Not the ones she has given voice to, admittedly, but the other, deeper and darker purpose, the gnawing self-possessed loneliness that spins and commands her, driving a need for affirmation and understanding. Long before she reached out for him, Kylo Ren was grasping with spindly leather fingers for her, and Rey reckons now that he merely recognized it sooner—though whether that was a luxury of his age, his training, or the fact that he wasn't the one being hunted, she cannot say. ]