Don't let her get to you. [ For all the ease with which she says it, reaching out with telepathic tendrils to soothe and bring calm as well as the surface level thoughts that she relies on to communicate makes her own sparking anger apparent. The acknowledgment of Snoke's interest by itself invades her in a way that turns her stomach, makes him feel omnipresent, and she understands the ease with which Kylo slipped under his control the first time in that moment, which makes hearing what Ji uses to lash him only compound with her own indignant frustrations, protective fire flaring.
When she realizes that she's just as likely to pour the emotional energy of her own response into the bond, she stoppers the empathic connection with all her might and instead reaches out with her free hand to touch his arm, pulling him towards her. ] Don't get yourself killed. [ It's not pragmatism. She can't hide behind that mask when there's a visceral, personal concern buried in the bright reflection of her eyes; for whatever it's worth in all this, it's not a mere matter of battle strategy that wants to keep him alive.
But her choice to linger there won't benefit either of them in the long run, so Rey turns on her heels and sprints for the open mouth of the mine, a black pit swallowing the terrain around it. Her lungs and legs burn with the scrambling strength of her sprint, hurling her body towards the shaft, and as she skids to the ground right near the door, red blaster fire pings against the dust to try and cut off her path; Rey reacts quickly, rolling to the side to narrowly avoid it and kicking up dust in the process. ]
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When she realizes that she's just as likely to pour the emotional energy of her own response into the bond, she stoppers the empathic connection with all her might and instead reaches out with her free hand to touch his arm, pulling him towards her. ] Don't get yourself killed. [ It's not pragmatism. She can't hide behind that mask when there's a visceral, personal concern buried in the bright reflection of her eyes; for whatever it's worth in all this, it's not a mere matter of battle strategy that wants to keep him alive.
But her choice to linger there won't benefit either of them in the long run, so Rey turns on her heels and sprints for the open mouth of the mine, a black pit swallowing the terrain around it. Her lungs and legs burn with the scrambling strength of her sprint, hurling her body towards the shaft, and as she skids to the ground right near the door, red blaster fire pings against the dust to try and cut off her path; Rey reacts quickly, rolling to the side to narrowly avoid it and kicking up dust in the process. ]