[She steps closer and he stays rooted to the spot. He itches to call the sabers back in his hands -- after all, he had suggested this because he'd felt the tension building (he's simply waited too long). To stop himself, he curls them into fists at his sides and tries to focus on his breathing. Its a startling realization, to feel the poison of the dark so separately from himself. For ages, they had moved seamlessly, as if it were a very part of the oxygen he inhaled. But, with her presence and intrusion, it just felt like...
Suffocation. Exhaustion. Pain. Adrenaline, with nowhere for it to go. He can only imagine this is what the Dark side feels like, to those not inclined to it naturally.
What had she done to him? Why had the Force thrust this upon them?
Kylo Ren's eyes drop, bewildered both at his sudden self-reflection and the distant sound of ringing in his skull. The disassociation with the world around him starts to set in.
She's right, of course -- he hates that hope she has, and how he could never possess it himself. That spark that his mother kept close, she'd never managed to share it with him properly, but Rey had somehow picked it up in his stead.]
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Suffocation. Exhaustion. Pain. Adrenaline, with nowhere for it to go. He can only imagine this is what the Dark side feels like, to those not inclined to it naturally.
What had she done to him? Why had the Force thrust this upon them?
Kylo Ren's eyes drop, bewildered both at his sudden self-reflection and the distant sound of ringing in his skull. The disassociation with the world around him starts to set in.
She's right, of course -- he hates that hope she has, and how he could never possess it himself. That spark that his mother kept close, she'd never managed to share it with him properly, but Rey had somehow picked it up in his stead.]