[ Liar. It has to matter, has to be yet another reason she still lives — that deluded belief that, with nowhere else to turn, she might return to him. The accusation pings loudly in their newly revived connection, though she derives no pleasure in it as she had imagined she might. Compared to the wounds he has given her, unseen but festering, she has only delivered a minor scratch in retribution.
In the end, nothing will bring them back. Still, Rey viciously hunts for some satisfaction that his superficial injuries and desolation cannot give her. Some feeling that is not desperate rage and endless grief. It's almost cruel that he won't gift it to her by harming her in return, but Rey refuses to be so naive as to believe he can't bring himself to strangle the air from her.
No. That isn't it. Kylo Ren doesn't know what mercy is. ]
That's right. You need me. [ Her eyes flutter closed, as if searching for peace she cannot find. Peace she has not had since the Resistance crumbled. Steadily, his blood drips down onto her, skating down her chin to pool in the dips of her clavicle. Another trail trickles onto her lower lip. Just the copper tang of it seems to breathe new essence into her. ] And I don't need you.
[ If she has not made that clear. She'll find a way to end herself before he can ever lay any claim to her. All she has now are her hands, falling from him to settle on her own windpipe. Exerting pressure, even knowing it will be futile. ]
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In the end, nothing will bring them back. Still, Rey viciously hunts for some satisfaction that his superficial injuries and desolation cannot give her. Some feeling that is not desperate rage and endless grief. It's almost cruel that he won't gift it to her by harming her in return, but Rey refuses to be so naive as to believe he can't bring himself to strangle the air from her.
No. That isn't it. Kylo Ren doesn't know what mercy is. ]
That's right. You need me. [ Her eyes flutter closed, as if searching for peace she cannot find. Peace she has not had since the Resistance crumbled. Steadily, his blood drips down onto her, skating down her chin to pool in the dips of her clavicle. Another trail trickles onto her lower lip. Just the copper tang of it seems to breathe new essence into her. ] And I don't need you.
[ If she has not made that clear. She'll find a way to end herself before he can ever lay any claim to her. All she has now are her hands, falling from him to settle on her own windpipe. Exerting pressure, even knowing it will be futile. ]