[ The distraction of Dryx doesn't escape her, nor does it successfully draw the enraptured look out of her expression as she levels her gaze on him. Claiming that she had never been tempted by the pull he offered would be a lie, for he has always fascinated her in a way that cannot be explained or accepted by Rey or the people she calls family. Kylo Ren has his own gravity, no doubt in part due to the way he teeters on the edge of star-like combustion, pulling everything around it inward to increase its mass before it implodes.
In his confession, Rey sees something she understands, glinting from behind the black steel of a mask—sentiment. The inscrutable tether that links them in a way that traces back to before he'd ever touched her mind, to the moment she felt him approach in the forest. For as long as she has been the unsolvable thorn in his side, he has been the face peering out at her from the darkness, reaching towards her light, and they both effortlessly recognize the similar paradox of their inability to kill the other, struggling only with verbalizing it.
After a few moments, Rey permits a small smile to turn the corners of her mouth upward, finding humor in the way Kylo Ren decries his own team—it still jars her, to consider him scowling about Dryx with her over a game board rather than threatening and intimidating her (or at the very least, attempting to) with the inevitable approach of the Knight. Not lease of all on the list of uncomfortable items that she chooses to process as humor lies the fact that Kylo Ren's scowling report is paralyzingly normal, an easy conversation that exists outside of the context of the mad path they carve for themselves through the middle of the galaxy. ]
I hope to not spend enough time in his company to recognize him for the pain in the ass that he is. [ But with that quip aside, Rey takes the time to consider—hand-to-hand and a vibroblade. He's versatile, and probably physically powerful. ] If you're asking, again, if I'm going to be ready … [ Defensiveness warns him off the notion. ]
anything can be true if you close your eyes and believe
In his confession, Rey sees something she understands, glinting from behind the black steel of a mask—sentiment. The inscrutable tether that links them in a way that traces back to before he'd ever touched her mind, to the moment she felt him approach in the forest. For as long as she has been the unsolvable thorn in his side, he has been the face peering out at her from the darkness, reaching towards her light, and they both effortlessly recognize the similar paradox of their inability to kill the other, struggling only with verbalizing it.
After a few moments, Rey permits a small smile to turn the corners of her mouth upward, finding humor in the way Kylo Ren decries his own team—it still jars her, to consider him scowling about Dryx with her over a game board rather than threatening and intimidating her (or at the very least, attempting to) with the inevitable approach of the Knight. Not lease of all on the list of uncomfortable items that she chooses to process as humor lies the fact that Kylo Ren's scowling report is paralyzingly normal, an easy conversation that exists outside of the context of the mad path they carve for themselves through the middle of the galaxy. ]
I hope to not spend enough time in his company to recognize him for the pain in the ass that he is. [ But with that quip aside, Rey takes the time to consider—hand-to-hand and a vibroblade. He's versatile, and probably physically powerful. ] If you're asking, again, if I'm going to be ready … [ Defensiveness warns him off the notion. ]