[ anger spikes in her chest. how dare he? assuming that he understands her, that he has any room to speak about what she wants. this rank amateur had vastly overstepped himself, and he would regret it. ]
I want ... you ... to kneel.
[ not literally, of course. even locked in that rack, he had proven plenty of trouble to her. she wouldn't be letting him loose until she was absolutely sure.
but he can see a different story. there was a longing, introduced by the memory she'd seen of his mother. the shape of an open question, still forming. could she have had that? was it too late? and implicit therein, that longing, never satisfied by her work under snoke. to love. to be loved. to be anything but alone.
she shuts it down hard. shunts him back with a block of her own, which distracts her from trying to probe his thoughts and dismantle them. she cannot both protect herself and destroy him. she has to choose. ]
no subject
I want ... you ... to kneel.
[ not literally, of course. even locked in that rack, he had proven plenty of trouble to her. she wouldn't be letting him loose until she was absolutely sure.
but he can see a different story. there was a longing, introduced by the memory she'd seen of his mother. the shape of an open question, still forming. could she have had that? was it too late? and implicit therein, that longing, never satisfied by her work under snoke. to love. to be loved. to be anything but alone.
she shuts it down hard. shunts him back with a block of her own, which distracts her from trying to probe his thoughts and dismantle them. she cannot both protect herself and destroy him. she has to choose. ]