[ The first intake of unimpeded air feels holy, spiritual. As does the next, and the next — every gasp drowned out by the futile beating of his fists — until she realizes what he has denied her.
Disappointment sets in, but Rey quickly transforms it into rage. Rage at his cowardice, rage for his audacity to weep. It isn't for her, she decides, or what she has become. Similarly, she refuses to interpret it as the sting of his shame. Kylo Ren has never cried for her, after all — only himself. ]
If you ever cared for me, you would have finished it.
[ Her eyes are still red with an excess of tears she won't allow to follow, cheeks damp with the product of his own. It disrupts the flaking, dried trails of blood his wounds had left on her in the desert, as if trying to rinse her clean.
In the end, it's clear that she views his failure to follow through as a betrayal, as a declaration of how little she had ever meant to him. It should come as no surprise; she has long since embraced the lesson he had taught her on the Supremacy. She will always be alone, will always be disappointed, as she had been as he had turned her away — as her parents had, leaving her to waste away. There is power in accepting that truth in needing no one but herself, armoring herself with it.
For some reason, it still stings that he cannot even give her this after the suffering he has caused her. ]
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Disappointment sets in, but Rey quickly transforms it into rage. Rage at his cowardice, rage for his audacity to weep. It isn't for her, she decides, or what she has become. Similarly, she refuses to interpret it as the sting of his shame. Kylo Ren has never cried for her, after all — only himself. ]
If you ever cared for me, you would have finished it.
[ Her eyes are still red with an excess of tears she won't allow to follow, cheeks damp with the product of his own. It disrupts the flaking, dried trails of blood his wounds had left on her in the desert, as if trying to rinse her clean.
In the end, it's clear that she views his failure to follow through as a betrayal, as a declaration of how little she had ever meant to him. It should come as no surprise; she has long since embraced the lesson he had taught her on the Supremacy. She will always be alone, will always be disappointed, as she had been as he had turned her away — as her parents had, leaving her to waste away. There is power in accepting that truth in needing no one but herself, armoring herself with it.
For some reason, it still stings that he cannot even give her this after the suffering he has caused her. ]