[The knife drops on top of him and startles him out of slumber, so hard that the entire bed shakes as he cracks his head on the headboard. He swears violently and reaches up to clutch his skull, vision swimming as he comes back around. The silver of the knife catches his eye and his heart all but stops beating. He gropes for it and holes it close to his face to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. And then he looks up, to find Rey backing away from him.
She was going to kill him. Of course she was.
His grip tightens fiercely on the hilt as he sits up, pursuing her until she is within reach and grabbing her good arm defensively.]
You—
[His snarl is practically draconic, chest heaving with murderous intent as he points the knife at her.
—but he had expected this, hadn’t he? He made the grave mistake of leaving her alone where she had access to a weapon, and then trapped her in a room woth him. He had set up his own murder and was now somehow surprised by it.
His hand trembles briefly before the knife slips out of his hand, but he does not release her.]
—lost...your nerve.
[He breathes it out, trying and failing to wrangle his anger.]
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She was going to kill him. Of course she was.
His grip tightens fiercely on the hilt as he sits up, pursuing her until she is within reach and grabbing her good arm defensively.]
You—
[His snarl is practically draconic, chest heaving with murderous intent as he points the knife at her.
—but he had expected this, hadn’t he? He made the grave mistake of leaving her alone where she had access to a weapon, and then trapped her in a room woth him. He had set up his own murder and was now somehow surprised by it.
His hand trembles briefly before the knife slips out of his hand, but he does not release her.]
—lost...your nerve.
[He breathes it out, trying and failing to wrangle his anger.]