[ Astonishingly, Kylo Ren continues to demonstrate an uncanny ability to stir what should be a compliment in with a slurry of insults and leave her more infuriated than if he'd never acknowledged her abilities at all. In fact, Rey finds herself incensed with her own mind for daring to seek significance in an acknowledgment of her prowess by the creature beside her. Her grip tightens on the yoke before her.
She doesn't consider herself lucky that it's thoughts of Snoke that distract the both of them from petty squabbling, and she can feel the creeping chill that she associates with his influence tightening around her spine, an automatic response to the mere threat of his involvement or an actual sensitivity, she can't be sure. For that reason and more, she feels a rush of relief replace her breath as it leaves her lungs when Kylo Ren dismisses the possibility, assuring her that any feeling she'd gotten was the mere recollection of his signature. The impression that he leaves terrifies her in ways she refuses to examine at the present moment. ]
I can settle us on Concordia, but there's nothing closer than that. [ She balks visibly at his expectation that she can land the ship as suddenly as he demands, a scoff ringing out of the back of her throat as she redirects the ship to the nearby forest moon. Another forest moon, Endor was the end of the Empire, she recalls. That's what the galaxy decided, anyway, even if the Battle of Jakku was long after. She wonders what will end on this one.
It's a bleak thought because she knows it grows out of the concern that it will be them, given the serious implications of Kylo Ren's abrupt demand. She doesn't fuss with rebuffing him, offer protest for the sake of protest and pride at a time like this; better for both of them that they focus on working together instead. But she does dip unsolicited into the tide pool of his mind, fishing around for thoughts memories scuttling near the surface to lend the context he doesn't offer to his demand.
The dark mask of a Knight greets her, and she knows implicitly that this woman's name is Ji without ever having personally met her. ] You need to be sure. I'm not interested in theories; we need certainty, and a plan. How are we going to subdue her without alerting the rest of the Knights to our location?
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She doesn't consider herself lucky that it's thoughts of Snoke that distract the both of them from petty squabbling, and she can feel the creeping chill that she associates with his influence tightening around her spine, an automatic response to the mere threat of his involvement or an actual sensitivity, she can't be sure. For that reason and more, she feels a rush of relief replace her breath as it leaves her lungs when Kylo Ren dismisses the possibility, assuring her that any feeling she'd gotten was the mere recollection of his signature. The impression that he leaves terrifies her in ways she refuses to examine at the present moment. ]
I can settle us on Concordia, but there's nothing closer than that. [ She balks visibly at his expectation that she can land the ship as suddenly as he demands, a scoff ringing out of the back of her throat as she redirects the ship to the nearby forest moon. Another forest moon, Endor was the end of the Empire, she recalls. That's what the galaxy decided, anyway, even if the Battle of Jakku was long after. She wonders what will end on this one.
It's a bleak thought because she knows it grows out of the concern that it will be them, given the serious implications of Kylo Ren's abrupt demand. She doesn't fuss with rebuffing him, offer protest for the sake of protest and pride at a time like this; better for both of them that they focus on working together instead. But she does dip unsolicited into the tide pool of his mind, fishing around for thoughts memories scuttling near the surface to lend the context he doesn't offer to his demand.
The dark mask of a Knight greets her, and she knows implicitly that this woman's name is Ji without ever having personally met her. ] You need to be sure. I'm not interested in theories; we need certainty, and a plan. How are we going to subdue her without alerting the rest of the Knights to our location?