[ Rey gets her arms under the knight's shoulder, begins to haul him with the squat of her thighs like she might if he were the dead weight of collected materials rather than a body, but she quickly realizes that this method only aggravates Kylo Ren's injuries, her height forcing him to squat further with each pull. Instead, she hauls the arm up over her shoulders in a hoist. Something in his elbow cracks. He's not using it anymore, so she says nothing of it, and continues to trudge in parallel with her should-be, would-be, could-still-be enemy to the offices.
Sweat beads in her eyebrows, trickles towards her eyes, but she shakes it away with all the gruff diligence and lack of grace owed to a wet dog. It also helps her blink some of the flustered, salty sting away from her eyes, dismisses that as sweat too and not overwhelmed sensation of such an emotional conflagration, an inability to understand and reconcile Ji's rejection of her mercy.
She feels the ripple of his sonar-like search, flinches instinctively away from it on her own part, but keeps her jaw set and her eyes forward when she feels his eyes bodily turn on her. Looking to him would require acknowledging that it's him she works with in this task, when really she's trying to cling to the dutiful productivity as a means of ignoring her greater circumstances. But his voice rattles around in her brain like it's off-key, an unpleasant tang that cannot be ignored, that reverberates in her molars and makes her teeth ache. ]
Don't you dare. [ Her own voice simmers with the thinly veiled rage of betrayal, an emotion she wouldn't have believed could be generated in her by Kylo Ren, for betrayal required some semblance of trust to begin with. It trembles and quakes, both under the restraint of her power, of the violence she wants to turn on him in her fear and anger of what his actions in the tunnel meant for him, for the Resistance, for them; and under the choking effort of getting words out at all when she's trying to quiet and calm herself. ]
If you have any respect for me at all, you'll keep your mouth shut.
[ Rather than appeal to the sympathy or empathy that she doubts he has, she appeals to the basest component of this cock-eyed relationship they've tumbled into. Even as far back as Starkiller, he'd offered that to her. She can't count on anything else anymore. A part of her, traitorous and mistrusting, wonders now if he has merely seen fit to drop some grand illusion, to drag her back to Snoke himself and make good on the lies he'd told and realize the vision they shared of their inevitable capture—not out of loyalty to Snoke, but out of a desire to regain his power and violence and freedom and to possess her all at the same time. ]
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Sweat beads in her eyebrows, trickles towards her eyes, but she shakes it away with all the gruff diligence and lack of grace owed to a wet dog. It also helps her blink some of the flustered, salty sting away from her eyes, dismisses that as sweat too and not overwhelmed sensation of such an emotional conflagration, an inability to understand and reconcile Ji's rejection of her mercy.
She feels the ripple of his sonar-like search, flinches instinctively away from it on her own part, but keeps her jaw set and her eyes forward when she feels his eyes bodily turn on her. Looking to him would require acknowledging that it's him she works with in this task, when really she's trying to cling to the dutiful productivity as a means of ignoring her greater circumstances. But his voice rattles around in her brain like it's off-key, an unpleasant tang that cannot be ignored, that reverberates in her molars and makes her teeth ache. ]
Don't you dare. [ Her own voice simmers with the thinly veiled rage of betrayal, an emotion she wouldn't have believed could be generated in her by Kylo Ren, for betrayal required some semblance of trust to begin with. It trembles and quakes, both under the restraint of her power, of the violence she wants to turn on him in her fear and anger of what his actions in the tunnel meant for him, for the Resistance, for them; and under the choking effort of getting words out at all when she's trying to quiet and calm herself. ]
If you have any respect for me at all, you'll keep your mouth shut.
[ Rather than appeal to the sympathy or empathy that she doubts he has, she appeals to the basest component of this cock-eyed relationship they've tumbled into. Even as far back as Starkiller, he'd offered that to her. She can't count on anything else anymore. A part of her, traitorous and mistrusting, wonders now if he has merely seen fit to drop some grand illusion, to drag her back to Snoke himself and make good on the lies he'd told and realize the vision they shared of their inevitable capture—not out of loyalty to Snoke, but out of a desire to regain his power and violence and freedom and to possess her all at the same time. ]