[ The acquiescence comes so quickly — so nonplussed on top of it all — that Rey's first reaction is to blink owlishly. His marked lack of hesitation feels like a trap, truth be told, but she knows better. Knew him, at one point. Supreme Leader or not, Kylo Ren lacks the same shrewd streak of manipulation that had belonged to his former master. He has always felt too much and too deeply, like her, to be performative.
Or ... had. The lackadaisical indifference has her searching, gracelessly and remorselessly digging at his end of the bond, to be certain time has not misshapen him entirely. ]
You should take your own advice and eat. [ That comes after a lengthy pause, occupied by restoring feeling to her legs. Tiny pinpricks plague her as she grasps at the bedding just to balance herself as she stands, wobbly and unbalanced. ] You look like a corpse.
[ Says the woman who had looked like a husk not so long ago. It isn't concern, she tells herself, but it nags at something inside of her to see him ... sickly. Unmoved. Maybe he does want her gone, after all, but she reminds herself a moment later he would not go to great lengths to ensure she never harms herself if he was planning her execution.
Too stubborn to ask for help just yet, she stumbles, grasping at the table until her knuckles go white. Another bump sends her tilting into the wall, but for as pathetic and humiliating as the display is, it gives her an anchor to take her next few steps without falling as she slides along the metal lines of it. ]
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Or ... had. The lackadaisical indifference has her searching, gracelessly and remorselessly digging at his end of the bond, to be certain time has not misshapen him entirely. ]
You should take your own advice and eat. [ That comes after a lengthy pause, occupied by restoring feeling to her legs. Tiny pinpricks plague her as she grasps at the bedding just to balance herself as she stands, wobbly and unbalanced. ] You look like a corpse.
[ Says the woman who had looked like a husk not so long ago. It isn't concern, she tells herself, but it nags at something inside of her to see him ... sickly. Unmoved. Maybe he does want her gone, after all, but she reminds herself a moment later he would not go to great lengths to ensure she never harms herself if he was planning her execution.
Too stubborn to ask for help just yet, she stumbles, grasping at the table until her knuckles go white. Another bump sends her tilting into the wall, but for as pathetic and humiliating as the display is, it gives her an anchor to take her next few steps without falling as she slides along the metal lines of it. ]