[He isn't sure what he is expecting when she reaches back, but he can feel the way the room seems to expand when they make contact. Suddenly (like the last time), it doesn't feel like she's no longer sitting on the other side of a glass window, but solid and sitting beside him in the same room.
Vaguely, Kylo Ren can make out more of her surroundings. Unsurprisingly, he can feel that she is as alone as she claimed to be, in what appeared to be an inn in the commoner's district. There is a packed bag -- somewhere. He knows it because she knows it, and not because he can see it. He imagines it will not be different for her -- there is a bundle of dark clothes, swaddling his lightsaber out of view on the floor. On the side table sits a half-eaten meal made mostly of rice and meat. Otherwise, the room is empty, save for him.
He's very aware of how they breathe, and the sounds of the world outside of their own. They mix and mingle, until he has difficulty telling what is outside of his room and what is outside of her's. Distracted, he doesn't notice the act of her clasping his hand more firmly until it is done. And, to some surprise of his own, he finds that his hand has reflexively done the same, dwarfing her grip.
Something rises in his chest -- a warning, something that desperately seeks to save itself from the contact, in the same way that Rey finds doubt in trusting him (though, amplified). Its a very distinct awareness of his own two horribly torn selves, unable to reconcile with one another, and suddenly their measured breathing falls out of time as Kylo Ren starts to hold his breath.]
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Vaguely, Kylo Ren can make out more of her surroundings. Unsurprisingly, he can feel that she is as alone as she claimed to be, in what appeared to be an inn in the commoner's district. There is a packed bag -- somewhere. He knows it because she knows it, and not because he can see it. He imagines it will not be different for her -- there is a bundle of dark clothes, swaddling his lightsaber out of view on the floor. On the side table sits a half-eaten meal made mostly of rice and meat. Otherwise, the room is empty, save for him.
He's very aware of how they breathe, and the sounds of the world outside of their own. They mix and mingle, until he has difficulty telling what is outside of his room and what is outside of her's. Distracted, he doesn't notice the act of her clasping his hand more firmly until it is done. And, to some surprise of his own, he finds that his hand has reflexively done the same, dwarfing her grip.
Something rises in his chest -- a warning, something that desperately seeks to save itself from the contact, in the same way that Rey finds doubt in trusting him (though, amplified). Its a very distinct awareness of his own two horribly torn selves, unable to reconcile with one another, and suddenly their measured breathing falls out of time as Kylo Ren starts to hold his breath.]
What do you see?
[He's desperate to get his focus off of it.]