[ Even in all of her certainty, Rey can't resist the weakness she displays in jerking away from him. The touch he offers is too intimate, too familiar, not to feel as if it is trying to pry into old wounds and rip them back open. Awakening the woman she once was by showing her the gentleness she had once longed for, that she had once thought him capable of.
As if threatening to keep her breathing is a blessing and not a curse, compassion he thinks he's providing her. A war he believes he is winning. ]
Rey is dead. You killed her when you destroyed the Resistance.
[ Whatever scraps had been left of her when the smoke had cleared, they aren't enough for her to resemble what she once was. She tries to take comfort in that knowledge, aware Kylo Ren is latching onto sentiment, wishing for the woman that had once promised him comfort, understanding, light.
The numb, assured hollowness hasn't left her voice when she continues. ]
What you have is a shell. A body. [ A consolation prize. He'll get tired of it eventually, aching for more. She only needs to wait. ] I will never belong to you as anything more than that.
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As if threatening to keep her breathing is a blessing and not a curse, compassion he thinks he's providing her. A war he believes he is winning. ]
Rey is dead. You killed her when you destroyed the Resistance.
[ Whatever scraps had been left of her when the smoke had cleared, they aren't enough for her to resemble what she once was. She tries to take comfort in that knowledge, aware Kylo Ren is latching onto sentiment, wishing for the woman that had once promised him comfort, understanding, light.
The numb, assured hollowness hasn't left her voice when she continues. ]
What you have is a shell. A body. [ A consolation prize. He'll get tired of it eventually, aching for more. She only needs to wait. ] I will never belong to you as anything more than that.