sololoquy: (pointin’ fingers)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2018-05-16 06:52 pm (UTC)

[He allows her to have her chin back. After all, she was tied up -- allowing her that was like allowing her oxygen. His hand drops back to his side.

Somewhere behind them, the men finish setting up camp. The smell of a fire starts to fill the atmosphere. Every now and then, one of the younger knights can be seen peering over impatiently at them. Ren pays them no mind.

Instead, he moves to sit by the creek, obviously not interested in returning to the circle.]


You have no loyalties, no banners, and yet when I present you with an opportunity to spare your life some hardship, you spit in my open palm.

[He looks up at her, squinting under his scarred eye, waiting for her to try and kick him. It would do her no good, of course. He is still encased in armor.]

The missive. A little bird tells me that it contained some distressing news regarding Skywalker -- a man who's meant to be long dead for his crimes against Westeros. So you surely understand why it is so important that I understand the contents of it.

[His eyes move past Rey to focus on the two men further up the hill, both of which were now looking down at the pair of them expectantly. He tilts his head up so that Rey is aware they are watching.]

I will give you one last chance to tell me. Or I'll be forced to let you start speaking to them -- and they are not quite as conversational as myself.

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