[ Not everything, he says, and Rey can only interpret it as arrogance. His folly is in believing himself to be the key to her salvation — the missing piece of her that will make her whole, make her see him as he wants to be seen. It's a child's belief thinking he can coax her from the festering void of the dark when he had been the one to push her there, but Rey has already done what she can to denounce his misconception.
He rises too quickly for her to dispute it, regardless. Rey is left staring at the door as he departs, waiting until the sound of his thudding footsteps has dulled before she rises. Locked, as she had suspected, but she couldn't have forgiven herself if she had not tried to seize the opportunity.
She returns to her place on his bed minutes before he returns, perched at its very edge in her refusal to get comfortable there. Kylo Ren has already convinced himself she belongs there, a fixture, a pet; she won't give him further reason to believe it. The room itself remains untouched and undisturbed, unwilling to risk rifling through it just yet. ]
There's no water.
[ Rey points that out bluntly once she has settled the tray on her lap, keen to observe all the ways in which he is lacking in caring for her well when she knows he would prefer gratitude. She's going to puke it up if she consumes it in its entirety, anyway. There won't be avoiding any of that after her stomach has settled into a routine of subsisting on scraps, unable to fully digest beyond those limits.
Petulantly, she doesn't warn him. It wouldn't do her any good when he'll shove his fingers down her throat and coerce her into eating, and she is not above forcing him to learn from his mistake of believing he knows best. ]
no subject
He rises too quickly for her to dispute it, regardless. Rey is left staring at the door as he departs, waiting until the sound of his thudding footsteps has dulled before she rises. Locked, as she had suspected, but she couldn't have forgiven herself if she had not tried to seize the opportunity.
She returns to her place on his bed minutes before he returns, perched at its very edge in her refusal to get comfortable there. Kylo Ren has already convinced himself she belongs there, a fixture, a pet; she won't give him further reason to believe it. The room itself remains untouched and undisturbed, unwilling to risk rifling through it just yet. ]
There's no water.
[ Rey points that out bluntly once she has settled the tray on her lap, keen to observe all the ways in which he is lacking in caring for her well when she knows he would prefer gratitude. She's going to puke it up if she consumes it in its entirety, anyway. There won't be avoiding any of that after her stomach has settled into a routine of subsisting on scraps, unable to fully digest beyond those limits.
Petulantly, she doesn't warn him. It wouldn't do her any good when he'll shove his fingers down her throat and coerce her into eating, and she is not above forcing him to learn from his mistake of believing he knows best. ]
I'll choke without it.