[Kylo Ren rises up over one of the foothills, wrapped in dark red still. He had contemplated switching to something more practical for movement, but the reality was that he didn't know what he would do if he initiated a proper spar like this. He was angry -- beyond angry. But he couldn't do real harm to her. Hathaway would surely cut him off from his incentive, if he did.
And -- there's something else. Something he doesn't want to acknowledge.
He feels their awareness brush against each other, and though he can no longer separate himself entirely, there is something tense about him. The conflict constantly roiling inside him feels amplified, somehow.
Almost instantly, he knows he shouldn't have come. He will not be able to hide this from her.
Kylo stops a good distance away from her subconsciously. Something warning him, making him tense in his chest. His lightsaber is in his hand, hidden up his sleeve except for the ominous burned vents that reflect the moonlight.]
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And -- there's something else. Something he doesn't want to acknowledge.
He feels their awareness brush against each other, and though he can no longer separate himself entirely, there is something tense about him. The conflict constantly roiling inside him feels amplified, somehow.
Almost instantly, he knows he shouldn't have come. He will not be able to hide this from her.
Kylo stops a good distance away from her subconsciously. Something warning him, making him tense in his chest. His lightsaber is in his hand, hidden up his sleeve except for the ominous burned vents that reflect the moonlight.]