[Not him. Not a family. No real connection — and for all Rey tries to deny that she doesn’t need those things, he knows that she lies. He knows because he lied too, until he could nor take it anymore and increased the search for her.
And certainly not enough food. He rises to his feet, intent on providing.]
I will be back.
[And after just a moment’s glance down at the discarded rope, Kylo Ren backs out of the room and locks the door behind him. His room, of course, is utterly bare bones: a bed with an imprint of the same position he has slept in every night with one crushed pillow that he seems to have been hugging. There are no photos on the wall, and only a calligraphy set poised on the table.
He returns before long with an MRE of sorts — fancier than anything Rey has likely had, and places the tray on the one table in the room. He also brings a wheeled IV, which he parks in the corner of the room.]
no subject
[Not him. Not a family. No real connection — and for all Rey tries to deny that she doesn’t need those things, he knows that she lies. He knows because he lied too, until he could nor take it anymore and increased the search for her.
And certainly not enough food. He rises to his feet, intent on providing.]
I will be back.
[And after just a moment’s glance down at the discarded rope, Kylo Ren backs out of the room and locks the door behind him. His room, of course, is utterly bare bones: a bed with an imprint of the same position he has slept in every night with one crushed pillow that he seems to have been hugging. There are no photos on the wall, and only a calligraphy set poised on the table.
He returns before long with an MRE of sorts — fancier than anything Rey has likely had, and places the tray on the one table in the room. He also brings a wheeled IV, which he parks in the corner of the room.]
Eat.