i found something in the woods somewhere.

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hahah this semester is killing me. i'm sorry if this tag is garbage. december can't come fast enough

[apparare]

( If Rey felt better by simply looking at the scrap of bolts and poorly soldered wires waiting for them underneath the canopy of decent camouflage, Kylo, certainly, felt worse. Adding insult to injury, given the dull throb currently traveling the length of his leg. Dull like the edge of a blade still sharp enough to cut but not without enough force exerted to break the skin to the muscle and bone beneath, like gnawing hunger displaced after too long spent without some sort of compensation, discarded as a necessity rather than a convenience. Too much had attached itself to that ship for boarding it again to be of no consequence, and although he had, by that point, spent enough time on board to diminish many of the ghosts lingering within, the prospect of doing it all over again still left a sour taste in his mouth.

Or maybe that was just hunger tinged with the reality that Rey was proposing, for however misguided it seemed. All at once, it felt like they were back on opposing sides, lines of cooperation diminished not as a result of their mutual compliance but as a reminder of the world they lived in, where they had come from and where they were expected to go. Ripped apart but still connected, a vast, great length of spun wire spanning the galaxy between them. )

You can't honestly believe that the Resistance will let me go. ( His voice, despite his effort to be contrary, to be vindictive, to be arrogant, wavered somewhere in the middle, regaining traction enough to offer a smooth conclusion, even though the thread that it hung by was threatening to snap. Two Knights dead - maybe; how could they be sure about Ji? - would be enough to seal his fate with the Supreme Leader even without the effect that the bond had on him, without what he'd done as Rey had guided him through layers and layers of subconsciousness. Without Rey, and whatever compassion he'd been accused before of having for her, what that meant in conjunction with the tumultuous fall his father had taken over the side of that bridge. What he wanted, put more simply, although if prompted Kylo still wasn't sure that he would have a complete answer.

None of which answered the question on the Resistance's side, whether or not his actions would be enough to construe him as anything other than a war criminal to be put down or imprisoned. Rey's view held enough optimism - and not just for him, but for the both of them - to set his teeth against one another in a sharp grind, but Kylo instead only bit the inside of his cheek, quelling the burn of his doubt somewhat. ) They aren't going to let me waltz out to fade into obscurity, just as they aren't going to cast you out because you think you might be more trouble than you're worth. Especially if they think that I've betrayed them - betrayed you. Organa wouldn't stand for it, and neither would any of those people that you've determined merit enough of your attention to call them friends. ( Despite the level determination to get him to see otherwise, he refused to relent to something that might only momentarily assuage the lingering fear and trepidation, and chose instead to linger in the comfort of his own attached perception of reality. The First Order would certainly not relent, and the Resistance would be stupid to do so as a matter of principle.

Waiting for the ramp to descend and allow them entry, Kylo turned halfway to her. ) I think it would be worse.

( Drifting aimlessly, no purpose, no goal, nothing to strive toward, nothing to snuff out. Just another face in a crowd. )

honestly sets all of 2016 on fire is it over yet

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[ The smooth voice he used to goad her with his fate seemed to assert that he valued spite and proving her wrong more than his own life—perhaps, though, it really just meant he saw little value to his life anymore in the first place. It didn't take much, then, to value anything above it. The glance she cast his way worried over him, absently, more out of uncertainty for what his callous irreverence could mean for her than anything sentimental. For better or worse, the Force intertwined their fates, fibers weaving some great tapestry. She could not imagine what image it would reveal, not yet, but every missed stitch gave her cause for panic. ]

Does that make you an optimist, thinking they'll have us back? [ She offered it aloud for no reason other than the amusement it gave her to think of how that jarred against her contrary observations of him. The thought crinkled her nose, but her expression remained too grim to even entertain the notion of a smile, and when the ramp finished its hydraulic glide to the ground, she did not waste a minute before hiking up into the cabin.

Being linked to him as she was forced her into an uneasy dissonance climbing that ramp; to Rey, it represented the closest thing to a home she'd known off that spit of desert in Jakku that she'd tethered herself too for a decade too long, but to Kylo Ren, it was a prison of unpleasant memories. It made her stomach turn, and she shucked his emotions off stubbornly to try and alleviate the discomfort it posed.

Even when she was sure the emotions clouding her mind were only her own, though, she felt the acute certainty of his preference: prison, indeed. The isolation of floating through space as a nobody was immeasurable. She'd felt it herself, the loneliness it brought, hated her environment but felt trapped in it, as anyone seeking a life of obscurity might. Power had fostered in her a pride which had likened her as much as anything else to the one-time enemy that accompanied her now as her only ally. ] We'll need to keep communication channels open and pop out of hyperspace to try and pick it up. If I had to guess, they'd at least have D'Qar broadcasting. We can start there.