[ The trouble is that she takes him as genuine when he's not. She'd believed his lie about the base too; she can't trust the Force to identify his deceptions. Her mind is clouded, where Ben Solo is concerned. Kira frowns, regarding his puzzlement with some suspicion as a result. Ultimately she can do nothing but take him at his word, but it irritates her.

Explaining it to him means drudging up all her discomfort and externalizing it. Vulnerability has never looked good on her. It makes her feel like that weak, orphaned thing that had been left behind on Jakku. A girl she'd meant to kill. ]

You know what I am. Just now you made it clear you have not forgotten it. But you act like you expect me to be something else, or worse, you try to fix me. [ There's something thick in her voice as she says that, though she speaks too quickly, keeps her stride, lest real emotion break through. Finally she lands on what she hopes context makes clear is the worst crime, ] And I can feel the way you stare.

I do not need to make friends. I do not need your charity. [ The word tastes sour on her tongue. ] And you do not actually want to give me either, so I can only conclude you must want something from me.