[ It's not the first time she's used the Force against another adept, but knocking Kylo Ren unconscious and invading his mind is quite a far cry from physical restraint, and the force with which she can feel Ji repeatedly slamming against her controlling grip staggers Rey, moistens her brow with sweat, and tightens her fingers, which curl halfway with the flexing effort of restraining the failed Jedi.
Watching the monstrous form of Kylo Ren advance on her, making even the intimidating, masked figure of a stranger look like a helpless victim, makes it easier and not. Rey cannot deny the release of tension that takes place as his leather-wrapped fingers squeeze around the meat of her neck allowing Rey to breathe and exert less of her own power over the knight, but she can not ignore the moral qualms she faces in allowing him this tactic of swaggering intimidation.
Worse, it doesn't seem to cap at intimidation.
Rey chokes out a gasp as the lightsaber clatters to the ground, and she drops her hand, doubling over to gulp down air, weary in a way that she has never been—a claim she's been able to make more and more since Kylo Ren secured a more permanent position in her life. But it's not only her own exhaustion that suffocates her now; the miasma of Kylo Ren's untethered anger, set free from its chains like a rabid animal, swells and threatens to bury them all here.
The tunnel trembles. ]
Stop. [ She rasps the words, pushing herself back to stand and striding forward to grab at his shoulder; the distant sound of rattling laughter, strained for breath, sounds like it's a million miles away; it's not the muffle of Ji's mask that dampens the sound, but the surreality that dazes Rey. ]
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Watching the monstrous form of Kylo Ren advance on her, making even the intimidating, masked figure of a stranger look like a helpless victim, makes it easier and not. Rey cannot deny the release of tension that takes place as his leather-wrapped fingers squeeze around the meat of her neck allowing Rey to breathe and exert less of her own power over the knight, but she can not ignore the moral qualms she faces in allowing him this tactic of swaggering intimidation.
Worse, it doesn't seem to cap at intimidation.
Rey chokes out a gasp as the lightsaber clatters to the ground, and she drops her hand, doubling over to gulp down air, weary in a way that she has never been—a claim she's been able to make more and more since Kylo Ren secured a more permanent position in her life. But it's not only her own exhaustion that suffocates her now; the miasma of Kylo Ren's untethered anger, set free from its chains like a rabid animal, swells and threatens to bury them all here.
The tunnel trembles. ]
Stop. [ She rasps the words, pushing herself back to stand and striding forward to grab at his shoulder; the distant sound of rattling laughter, strained for breath, sounds like it's a million miles away; it's not the muffle of Ji's mask that dampens the sound, but the surreality that dazes Rey. ]