[ She doesn't bother to hide her shock, presenting it with blunt disbelief that thrusts air from her chest in a scoff: he'd loathed the suggestion last time, and here he was being the one to make it. More and more, Rey has to wonder if it's a dogged pursuit of their goal, of the destruction of Snoke, or if it's merely a sense of reckless disregard for his own safety born of losing what he had to drive him. She doesn't pity him for that, though—rather, her acknowledgment of it comes only in the context of the danger it poses to her if she's right.
Luckily, it stands mostly at odds with whatever else he's been willing to do to ensure their mutual survival, and Rey holds onto that as reassurance that his death wish won't somehow get her killed (though she wouldn't disagree with him, if pressed, that he has it coming). Rey peers up at the craggy face of the graveyard of the mining operation that once lived here, narrowing her gaze to try to make out the details as she mulls his suggestion over.
Somewhere along the way, they found their footing in similar thought patterns. She suspects it's no coincidence that it comes on the heels of the covalence of their minds. ] Alright. [ Even if Ji knows, as Rey suspects she will, to expect Luke Skywalker's apprentice at Kylo Ren's side, standing as bodyguard and paragon of the Light, that won't inform her of where Rey comes from. They just need to pick the right stage.
She pushes a rusted iron door off its hinges, bent from weathering over the years, dinged and in disuse, then moves through the opening it makes beneath the low, sagging ceiling of the operation. Time seems to have manifested into a heavy weight, sinking the facilities as much as it has rotted them out. She winds her way to a staircase that can't name itself sturdy, but at least avoids the sprawling cancer that has blackened the rest of the place. Up she goes. ]
Somewhere open we can stand our ground in a fight, or something closed off where it'll be easy to bury her. Your call.
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[ She doesn't bother to hide her shock, presenting it with blunt disbelief that thrusts air from her chest in a scoff: he'd loathed the suggestion last time, and here he was being the one to make it. More and more, Rey has to wonder if it's a dogged pursuit of their goal, of the destruction of Snoke, or if it's merely a sense of reckless disregard for his own safety born of losing what he had to drive him. She doesn't pity him for that, though—rather, her acknowledgment of it comes only in the context of the danger it poses to her if she's right.
Luckily, it stands mostly at odds with whatever else he's been willing to do to ensure their mutual survival, and Rey holds onto that as reassurance that his death wish won't somehow get her killed (though she wouldn't disagree with him, if pressed, that he has it coming). Rey peers up at the craggy face of the graveyard of the mining operation that once lived here, narrowing her gaze to try to make out the details as she mulls his suggestion over.
Somewhere along the way, they found their footing in similar thought patterns. She suspects it's no coincidence that it comes on the heels of the covalence of their minds. ] Alright. [ Even if Ji knows, as Rey suspects she will, to expect Luke Skywalker's apprentice at Kylo Ren's side, standing as bodyguard and paragon of the Light, that won't inform her of where Rey comes from. They just need to pick the right stage.
She pushes a rusted iron door off its hinges, bent from weathering over the years, dinged and in disuse, then moves through the opening it makes beneath the low, sagging ceiling of the operation. Time seems to have manifested into a heavy weight, sinking the facilities as much as it has rotted them out. She winds her way to a staircase that can't name itself sturdy, but at least avoids the sprawling cancer that has blackened the rest of the place. Up she goes. ]
Somewhere open we can stand our ground in a fight, or something closed off where it'll be easy to bury her. Your call.