[ If she didn't know better, she might read his humbling discouragement as concern. Luckily, she knows better. Rey does not afford him the luxury of self control, rolling her eyes with unadulterated distaste, and she skips right past annoyed frustration and into total dismissal of his warning. If anything, the manner in which he makes it only disinclines her to listen. ]
I've met real opponents before and won. [ Resolutely, she ignores that Kylo Ren has just finished explaining to her that he has often spared her life and never held an interest in killing her in the same way that these knights will try to. By the same token, though, Rey could easily argue that they are not as powerful as their leader, and the disparity of their bloodthirst and skill comes out in the wash. It's better than confessing her uncertainty to the unstable ally sitting before her, anyway.
The metal framework of the ship rattles and sighs under the stress of hyperspace, and Rey isn't immediately sure if it's from the added stress of their billowing frustration with one another. She pushes to her feet and turns away from Kylo, pacing a few feet to defuse some of the tension that permeates between them. It's only a matter of time before this pressure cooker combusts, but she'd like that time to be far, far away from now, on a planet where it won't kill them. ]
They don't have to go down easy. They just have to go down. [ That's as close to a compromise as she's likely to make, acknowledging that it will be a hell of a battle but still asserting certainty that they will win. Without certainty, she can have no steady frame of mind, and everything else will unravel from there. Already, Kylo Ren has interfered enough with her temperate calm. ]
things i've learned about mandalore: everything is named variations of mandalore
I've met real opponents before and won. [ Resolutely, she ignores that Kylo Ren has just finished explaining to her that he has often spared her life and never held an interest in killing her in the same way that these knights will try to. By the same token, though, Rey could easily argue that they are not as powerful as their leader, and the disparity of their bloodthirst and skill comes out in the wash. It's better than confessing her uncertainty to the unstable ally sitting before her, anyway.
The metal framework of the ship rattles and sighs under the stress of hyperspace, and Rey isn't immediately sure if it's from the added stress of their billowing frustration with one another. She pushes to her feet and turns away from Kylo, pacing a few feet to defuse some of the tension that permeates between them. It's only a matter of time before this pressure cooker combusts, but she'd like that time to be far, far away from now, on a planet where it won't kill them. ]
They don't have to go down easy. They just have to go down. [ That's as close to a compromise as she's likely to make, acknowledging that it will be a hell of a battle but still asserting certainty that they will win. Without certainty, she can have no steady frame of mind, and everything else will unravel from there. Already, Kylo Ren has interfered enough with her temperate calm. ]