[ All she had wanted was this - a conversation - to be able to exchange ideas without the weighty pantomime their shared aggression brought with it. There was no call to be disparaging, or to rebuff him and hastily regain any distance between them she might have lost, there were just two people, speaking in close quarters in civil tones, using their words to map out a terrain that had been rough on them both. ] Have you been to Tython? If there's something there to see and to know, I want to do that. I don't think I'll find all the answers just–
[ Rey trailed off, her head ducking down so that her cheek rest against his back and she could hide her face, frowning as she turned her thoughts over inside her head. ] If there are useful things, I want to know. [ What scavenger could rebuff the lure of something useful? Another tool to use, another method to elevate their survival, another piece of the puzzle that had landed in her lap the moment she had laid a hand on the lightsaber - everything could come in handy. She wasn't expecting to find the way, but she hoped she would find evidence that someone, somewhere had gotten close to whatever 'the way' might have resembled.
The conversation drifting in the direction of attachments pulled her from her thoughts and Rey lifted her head, her chin reassuming its previous perch ] You speak as though anyone knows what to make of this now. [ Rey had not needed to live her life surrounded by other people to know that this wasn't the sort of attachment people found themselves entrenched in every day. Something deep ran between them, something she couldn't quite put down and step away from, even when every sign indicated that she was better off doing exactly that. /small> ]
Come to Tython with me.
and then have a christmast vacation experience immediately following
( Tython, for all its lore and power and speculation wrapped up within its coordinates, isn't a place that he's spent a lengthy amount of time. He knows about the seeing stone there, about what that had meant for Luke Skywalker over a decade ago, what it had brought him, and about the ice caps and temples, the artifacts and archaeological possibilities that could potentially be unearthed. But he hasn't personally stepped on that planet in recent years, preferring to try his luck elsewhere, to follow up on other potential paths, chase down different rumors, different whispers. Different people. Jedi killer. The irony isn't lost even on him. )
I haven't been to Tython in a very long time. ( If he turns his head now, inclines it even slightly toward the lull of her voice, he could lean it against hers. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained forward, though the point of his thumb absentmindedly traces the rough ball of her knuckle in a steadying, methodical rhythm. ) Luke and I went once, not long after I started training with him. ( His tone is flippant, but he doubts that she'll need to rely on the Force to search for the truth behind his brevity. ) Like many of his field trips, we found nothing. Just more questions and open endings.
( It isn't an answer to the implication of her statement, which he supposes he owes her. He still isn't sure how open he's willing to be about what he's doing, though, given everything that's happened. )
[ Not only did she not need the Force to sense the ripple of ire that pulsed out of him at the memory of his uncle, but she also didn't want to press any further. Not just yet. Rey sometimes let herself believe that one day Kylo would give up all the secrets and shadows he hung so desperately onto, and let her in. In moments like this one, it almost seemed like an obtainable goal, though there were other times when thinking this way seemed insane.
Rey was quiet for a long moment, staying close to him as she considered what she was offering, and the way he had yet to address it. ]
I could ask again tomorrow if you have still doubts about me wanting you to come with me.
[ Nothing else was working. Hell, this wasn't even working exactly, but it was doing more than any of the other avenues she pursued. She knew he could feel the way the Force almost settled down the closer they came to one another, just as it had on Felucia. ]
( Her persistence is disarming in a couple of ways, but that doesn't detract from his inability to capitalize on it for reasons beyond his control. Which annoys him: an easy slide when he's already bristled once by the slightest mention of his uncle. It feels familiar to sit in it, at the very least, frustration and annoyance lapping at him like waves on a well-known beach. Easier than allowing himself to enjoy the whatevers of this easy affection, anyway. )
We're in the middle of a war. ( He turns his head so that he can catch her expression out of the corner of his eye, but he adjusts his position so that the threat of brushing her skin with his own is off of the table. ) Or did you forget? ( The weight of her against him is both suffocating and comforting in that moment, a pressure that's too warm but welcome all at once. ) I have obligations beyond answering your call every time you want to take a day trip.
[ How could anyone forget about the war? As much as Rey sometimes wished she had remained on the outskirts of it, now that she had risen to meet the tide of conflict, there was no forgetting it existed. The desire to move around it and look for alternatives to fighting had grown stronger, but there was no real getting past it, at least not with the way things were. ]
Do either of our obligations really take us anywhere? [ Moving away from him Rey caught the blanket and kept it wrapped around herself, shifting so that her legs hung off the side of the bunk and she was sitting beside him instead of being half curled around him. Part of her felt better putting space between them, but a larger, more confusing part of her mind already missed the closeness. ]
( He can relate: with a marginal amount of distance between them, his mind feels a little clearer, his thoughts a little easier to come by. The abrupt chill at his back where her body had acted as a buffer makes him sit a bit taller, his fingers flexing and curling into a fist where it hangs between his splayed knees. His other hand curves over his own thigh, kept resolutely to himself. Like her, a part of him misses the contact almost immediately, but there really is no denying how much easier it is for him to form a coherent thought when she isn't touching him in some way. )
You tell me. ( His tone sharp, Kylo leans slightly away from her so that he can more clearly look at her. ) Unless Leia Organa really does think that your efforts are better spent scouring the galaxy for pieces of a religion that hasn't exactly done her any favors in the last thirty years. ( He wouldn't put it past her, given her insatiable need to maintain control and achieve some semblance of victory at every opportunity. Rey, just another cog in a wheel that has been turning since long before either of them were born, another pawn in a game that has completely gone off the rails. ) Then again, if your obligations were actually getting you nowhere, I think our situation might look a little different.
( They might not be sitting this way, for starters, there and not-there, on two sides of one long line. )
[ He brought up his mother and not for the first time Rey questioned whether or not anything she was doing at that moment was right. There was no place for vulnerability or uncertainty here, but Kylo was nothing if not marvelously good at filling her with both doubt and sureness at the same time. She could feel how much more it could be, even with not so much as the beginnings of a path leading towards it. He had no reason to lean into it and Rey was aware of that, even though some hotly impatient part of her wished that he would. The thought was motivated by selfishness. She wanted answers, she wanted to know why the seemingly endless flurry of her thoughts always circled back to him, no matter the hurt, or the times he had offered her proof that she was unwise for trying to reach for him. ]
You know I'm not your mother, you've made it very obvious that you're angry with us both, but there's no reason to be angry at her, at me. [ Not that she was foolish enough to think he might listen to sentiment as rational as that one. ]
I'm trying to do what I think is right, just like you say you are. I have to begin somewhere, maybe you're right and all I'll find is what others have, but if there's something out there worth sifting through all the failure for, even if it's nothing more than a place I could reach, and I road I might be able to follow. You don't want to do this with me, you don't want to talk, or try to learn, so I'll do it without you.
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they should go to a life day tree farm.
[ Rey trailed off, her head ducking down so that her cheek rest against his back and she could hide her face, frowning as she turned her thoughts over inside her head. ] If there are useful things, I want to know. [ What scavenger could rebuff the lure of something useful? Another tool to use, another method to elevate their survival, another piece of the puzzle that had landed in her lap the moment she had laid a hand on the lightsaber - everything could come in handy. She wasn't expecting to find the way, but she hoped she would find evidence that someone, somewhere had gotten close to whatever 'the way' might have resembled.
The conversation drifting in the direction of attachments pulled her from her thoughts and Rey lifted her head, her chin reassuming its previous perch ] You speak as though anyone knows what to make of this now. [ Rey had not needed to live her life surrounded by other people to know that this wasn't the sort of attachment people found themselves entrenched in every day. Something deep ran between them, something she couldn't quite put down and step away from, even when every sign indicated that she was better off doing exactly that. /small> ]
Come to Tython with me.
and then have a christmast vacation experience immediately following
I haven't been to Tython in a very long time. ( If he turns his head now, inclines it even slightly toward the lull of her voice, he could lean it against hers. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained forward, though the point of his thumb absentmindedly traces the rough ball of her knuckle in a steadying, methodical rhythm. ) Luke and I went once, not long after I started training with him. ( His tone is flippant, but he doubts that she'll need to rely on the Force to search for the truth behind his brevity. ) Like many of his field trips, we found nothing. Just more questions and open endings.
( It isn't an answer to the implication of her statement, which he supposes he owes her. He still isn't sure how open he's willing to be about what he's doing, though, given everything that's happened. )
ben but in antlers.
Rey was quiet for a long moment, staying close to him as she considered what she was offering, and the way he had yet to address it. ]
I could ask again tomorrow if you have still doubts about me wanting you to come with me.
[ Nothing else was working. Hell, this wasn't even working exactly, but it was doing more than any of the other avenues she pursued. She knew he could feel the way the Force almost settled down the closer they came to one another, just as it had on Felucia. ]
the chanel antlers
We're in the middle of a war. ( He turns his head so that he can catch her expression out of the corner of his eye, but he adjusts his position so that the threat of brushing her skin with his own is off of the table. ) Or did you forget? ( The weight of her against him is both suffocating and comforting in that moment, a pressure that's too warm but welcome all at once. ) I have obligations beyond answering your call every time you want to take a day trip.
only the most elegant choice
Do either of our obligations really take us anywhere? [ Moving away from him Rey caught the blanket and kept it wrapped around herself, shifting so that her legs hung off the side of the bunk and she was sitting beside him instead of being half curled around him. Part of her felt better putting space between them, but a larger, more confusing part of her mind already missed the closeness. ]
like his uncle before him
You tell me. ( His tone sharp, Kylo leans slightly away from her so that he can more clearly look at her. ) Unless Leia Organa really does think that your efforts are better spent scouring the galaxy for pieces of a religion that hasn't exactly done her any favors in the last thirty years. ( He wouldn't put it past her, given her insatiable need to maintain control and achieve some semblance of victory at every opportunity. Rey, just another cog in a wheel that has been turning since long before either of them were born, another pawn in a game that has completely gone off the rails. ) Then again, if your obligations were actually getting you nowhere, I think our situation might look a little different.
( They might not be sitting this way, for starters, there and not-there, on two sides of one long line. )
i'm the worst i know
You know I'm not your mother, you've made it very obvious that you're angry with us both, but there's no reason to be angry at her, at me. [ Not that she was foolish enough to think he might listen to sentiment as rational as that one. ]
I'm trying to do what I think is right, just like you say you are. I have to begin somewhere, maybe you're right and all I'll find is what others have, but if there's something out there worth sifting through all the failure for, even if it's nothing more than a place I could reach, and I road I might be able to follow. You don't want to do this with me, you don't want to talk, or try to learn, so I'll do it without you.