[ Rey wanted to cry and just hang there in defeat, limp and starving - but she didn't know how to not fight, at least not yet. The fire of youth gave her a rage that in time would be tempered by a limited foresight honed by years.
If she survived this - and the little scavenger wasn't at all sure that she would. He was strong, and he was mad.
Rey got madder.
Just as her shoulders had begun to sag with a worn in tiredness and the stranger's questions came precariously close to being answered the little girl roared, before rearing her head back, sending a wad of spit sailing in grim defiance in his direction.
Whether she knew she was doing it or not she pushed back against his hold on her within the Force, not breaking that grasp, but giving him enough resistance to fight a little. ]
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If she survived this - and the little scavenger wasn't at all sure that she would. He was strong, and he was mad.
Rey got madder.
Just as her shoulders had begun to sag with a worn in tiredness and the stranger's questions came precariously close to being answered the little girl roared, before rearing her head back, sending a wad of spit sailing in grim defiance in his direction.
Whether she knew she was doing it or not she pushed back against his hold on her within the Force, not breaking that grasp, but giving him enough resistance to fight a little. ]
Kriff off you bantha's asshair! Let me go!