[ rey has the device in her hands. she has since they settled in this cramped space, and though she has not yet taken tools to it, or taken the risk of moving any components on it lest they risk activating it, she has been analyzing it in every way she can from the outside. searching it for answers helps her pass the time, just as rifling through star destroyers had passed it on jakku.
there is an art to waiting.
pacing isn't it. kylo ren's impatience at the edge of her awareness wears on her, but she keeps chewing on the inside of her cheek in that borrowed technique for keeping herself quiet, thoughtful, in place of some outburst.
rey knows, though, that you have to keep your head on the present moment and off the looming fear. the city is on the verge of ruin. the rebellion has only gotten worse, and if they stay, it will surely swallow itself. if she worries only about the device in front of her, she won't think about those things. but kylo ren breaks her spell by speaking. of course he does.
she lifts her eyes from where she sits on the floor with the piece of tech. ]
Not long enough for you to be asking that question.
[ not by her standards, anyway. not as long as she had waited on jakku. hardly even long enough for her to start thinking about their supplies, though they will need to soon. she hates it too, though. the rain makes it less tolerable than jakku had been. it's a different kind of poverty in the slums here. sicker. ]
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there is an art to waiting.
pacing isn't it. kylo ren's impatience at the edge of her awareness wears on her, but she keeps chewing on the inside of her cheek in that borrowed technique for keeping herself quiet, thoughtful, in place of some outburst.
rey knows, though, that you have to keep your head on the present moment and off the looming fear. the city is on the verge of ruin. the rebellion has only gotten worse, and if they stay, it will surely swallow itself. if she worries only about the device in front of her, she won't think about those things. but kylo ren breaks her spell by speaking. of course he does.
she lifts her eyes from where she sits on the floor with the piece of tech. ]
Not long enough for you to be asking that question.
[ not by her standards, anyway. not as long as she had waited on jakku. hardly even long enough for her to start thinking about their supplies, though they will need to soon. she hates it too, though. the rain makes it less tolerable than jakku had been. it's a different kind of poverty in the slums here. sicker. ]
Not as long as we'll need to be. Sit down.