[The dark swims back into his vision, and he finds his breath regulating again, a dark calm sinking into his veins. He feels cold -- an unfamiliar cold that picks at his skin under the soft material of his more casual nightwear, and he exhales in an attempt to cleanse himself of the remnants of their most recent revelation.
Back into himself. Back to familiar crawlspaces, where he doesn't have to consider a perspective other than his own. For a second, it seems like he doesn't hear her proposal, focused instead on his lap and a distant pain in his knees that he doesn't know the origin of.]
I agree.
[We should be the ones in control. That's what he agrees with. Trying this again seems ... challenging, and potentially out of reach. But he understands the implication, that she had felt his fury from across the ambush. He'd felt the same when Anakin was still among them. His presence was clearer than anything else he could see and feel, at any time of the day. Now, he has been replaced by Rey, and he finds himself almost glad for it.
At least Rey pretended to be interested in his power and potential.
To ignore all of that and pretend it didn't exist would not only waste the potential of what they could do, but would harm them when the time came to confront their shared vision. This was the best course.]
[ somehow his agreement still comes as a surprise to her. a wave of relief crashes over her almost violently. but it helps her suppress that impulse to cling to what little she felt she had. she nods in return, and for a moment, hovers there beside him. it takes her a few moments to realize that she must then budge and remove herself from the situation.
slowly, she picks herself up, and in dusting herself off, notices the lingering red marks on her knees, where the floor had scratched them. they're not bleeding freely, but they will scab. she rubs dirt away from the scratches and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. then she takes her staff in hand. ]
When I see you again … I'll let you know what I've discovered.
[ she looks him in the eye then. does she look like he does? flushed and spent by their mental efforts? if she does, he doesn't seem to notice. she drops her gaze and turns, slipping out through the door.
she can still feel him behind her, but leaving him behind does the job of letting the bond fade, and eventually, she is alone in her mind again. but … maybe just a little less alone than she had been before. ]
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Back into himself. Back to familiar crawlspaces, where he doesn't have to consider a perspective other than his own. For a second, it seems like he doesn't hear her proposal, focused instead on his lap and a distant pain in his knees that he doesn't know the origin of.]
I agree.
[We should be the ones in control. That's what he agrees with. Trying this again seems ... challenging, and potentially out of reach. But he understands the implication, that she had felt his fury from across the ambush. He'd felt the same when Anakin was still among them. His presence was clearer than anything else he could see and feel, at any time of the day. Now, he has been replaced by Rey, and he finds himself almost glad for it.
At least Rey pretended to be interested in his power and potential.
To ignore all of that and pretend it didn't exist would not only waste the potential of what they could do, but would harm them when the time came to confront their shared vision. This was the best course.]
When you go to the Sea Clan.
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slowly, she picks herself up, and in dusting herself off, notices the lingering red marks on her knees, where the floor had scratched them. they're not bleeding freely, but they will scab. she rubs dirt away from the scratches and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. then she takes her staff in hand. ]
When I see you again … I'll let you know what I've discovered.
[ she looks him in the eye then. does she look like he does? flushed and spent by their mental efforts? if she does, he doesn't seem to notice. she drops her gaze and turns, slipping out through the door.
she can still feel him behind her, but leaving him behind does the job of letting the bond fade, and eventually, she is alone in her mind again. but … maybe just a little less alone than she had been before. ]