[ A straining light in her chest resists the flag of discouragement Kylo Ren's thoughts infuse her with, layering stern and unwavering certainty through the emotional tether that binds them, but no answer can break through her throat before blaster fire punches through the glass.
Rey ducks, eyes wide with panic, but a gloved hand stops the bolt in its tracks, and she's left with the red light glowing in the reflecting gleam of her eyes as she stares up at him with an unabashed sort of wonder that hedges on horror. She's been on the other end of his telekinetic pull, the strength of his paralytic grip squeezing her while he skimmed the surface of her mind, but to see it stop blaster fire—that's something she's never seen the Force used for before.
An instant later, though, smoke pours through the room to hide the move from view, and it catches her off guard to feel Kylo grab her by the loop of fabric on her shoulder and yank her to him, bones knocking against bones as she stumbles into him. This close, she can see him through the mist, and she searches his face with an acutely desperate, scrambled look, and clasps her hand around his.
At his command, she grabs him and pulls him with her towards the window—it'll do them no good, staying in here while this mist is blocking their vision, while Ji has ambushed them despite all their efforts at planning, so that leaves one remaining option. Politics and philosophy can wait until later, but for now, they'll need to survive to discuss it. Without slowing down, Rey leaps unceremoniously through the broken window.
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Rey ducks, eyes wide with panic, but a gloved hand stops the bolt in its tracks, and she's left with the red light glowing in the reflecting gleam of her eyes as she stares up at him with an unabashed sort of wonder that hedges on horror. She's been on the other end of his telekinetic pull, the strength of his paralytic grip squeezing her while he skimmed the surface of her mind, but to see it stop blaster fire—that's something she's never seen the Force used for before.
An instant later, though, smoke pours through the room to hide the move from view, and it catches her off guard to feel Kylo grab her by the loop of fabric on her shoulder and yank her to him, bones knocking against bones as she stumbles into him. This close, she can see him through the mist, and she searches his face with an acutely desperate, scrambled look, and clasps her hand around his.
At his command, she grabs him and pulls him with her towards the window—it'll do them no good, staying in here while this mist is blocking their vision, while Ji has ambushed them despite all their efforts at planning, so that leaves one remaining option. Politics and philosophy can wait until later, but for now, they'll need to survive to discuss it. Without slowing down, Rey leaps unceremoniously through the broken window.
This is fine. ]