Truthfully, he's cut a bloody swath across a good portion of it. But there's also many places he's been as himself, the son of a scoundrel and a galactic politician, as an apprentice to his uncle. And she's asked him a question, and even if she's not actually interested and is just being bizarrely polite she deserves an answer.
It's also something of a nice way to find a good thing in his past. They were there, buried under everything. It was finding them that was the hard part. "Naboo," he answered with a slight smile. Family connection aside, there was everything a person could want there. "Beautiful forest, mountains, lake country, cities, waterfalls hundreds and hundreds of meters tall. It's beautiful there."
The change in his face was as interesting to Rey as his answer. She had asked sincerely, and the shift in his demeanor spoke volumes as to how much he meant what he said. It was strange and painful to consider the person who had come before Kylo Ren, who's choices had dragged him down a path that twisted in ways those who loved him were in agony over. Though, Rey was sure the experience hadn't been painless for him either.
"I think lakes are wonderful, a lot of fish to look at," her assessment is quiet, tired and more candid than she would have been if the caf were doing a better job. "When the war's over I hope to see more of everything."
When the war's over. It seemed like such a foreign concept, especially after a lifetime of one thing after another. He didn't know what that would have looked like a week ago (probably much more of the same, he thought) and what it would look like now was an enormous question mark. Looming.
"Well, stick with the Resistance and I'm sure you'll get there soon." It seemed like the Resistance was everywhere when he was trying to stomp them out, and that didn't seem likely to change soon. Of course, he hadn't had any news of any kind since walking away. That wouldn't last forever, though.
"Stick with the Resistance or return to Jakku - those seem to be what my choices are," Rey had thought long and hard about what shape her future might take now that she was here. It was hard to let go of the wait she had invested her life until this point into, but now, in the face of the galaxy beyond Jakku it was hard to deny that she wasn't meant to return there.
If they had an actual friendship -- one like he hasn't had in years, where their meeting had not been adversarial, galvanized as they punched their way into each other's minds -- he might have more to say. As it is, he doesn't think any input he might come up with would be welcome. Her thinking is still quite loud, but he doesn't tune into it. She wouldn't like that. "You can always take the third path. No one's going to make you do anything you don't want to," he says, a little listlessly.
Frowning Rey hummed thoughtfully at his words, remaining silent for a drawn out, thoughtful moment. "You should try to sleep, you're tired," Rey wasn't certain how it was that she felt it, but she did. She rose from her chair, taking a step towards the entry into the corridor but pausing.
"Or you can come watch the dawn with me," her expression was tight, gritty with hesitation even as she issued the invitation. It seemed nicer than looking beneath the rocks of her thoughts.
Sleep is about the last thing he can stomach right now, but he knows it won't be long before his body needs it, flesh and blood human that he is. Maybe shorter bursts would be better? Less room for nightmares to creep in or his former Master to slither in to his vulnerable mind.
She makes her... offer, invitation, whatever you want to call it, and for a moment he wonders if the aural hallucination stage of sleep deprivation has begun. But she's still there, as though waiting for an answer. "If you really don't mind," he said cautiously, unsure of his own motives for accepting.
Of course, maybe he had hallucinated the question and now would be met with confusion.
To say that she wouldn't mind wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a lie either - she didn't know. She knew what it felt like to be unsure, Rey had gotten to know uncertainty very well in a very short amount of time since meeting Finn and ending up further away from Jakku than she ever believed she would be able to go without her family having found her. Tilting her head to the door in silent acquiesce Rey turned and headed out of the kitchen, already moving through the corridor and towards the exit, her steps swift and silent.
"All right," he said, more or less entirely to himself. He could have asked why or if she was sure again, but that probably would have risked revoking the invitation altogether. Instead, he finished the last of his caf and set the mug aside, and strode out after her.
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It's also something of a nice way to find a good thing in his past. They were there, buried under everything. It was finding them that was the hard part. "Naboo," he answered with a slight smile. Family connection aside, there was everything a person could want there. "Beautiful forest, mountains, lake country, cities, waterfalls hundreds and hundreds of meters tall. It's beautiful there."
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"I think lakes are wonderful, a lot of fish to look at," her assessment is quiet, tired and more candid than she would have been if the caf were doing a better job. "When the war's over I hope to see more of everything."
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"Well, stick with the Resistance and I'm sure you'll get there soon." It seemed like the Resistance was everywhere when he was trying to stomp them out, and that didn't seem likely to change soon. Of course, he hadn't had any news of any kind since walking away. That wouldn't last forever, though.
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"Or you can come watch the dawn with me," her expression was tight, gritty with hesitation even as she issued the invitation. It seemed nicer than looking beneath the rocks of her thoughts.
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She makes her... offer, invitation, whatever you want to call it, and for a moment he wonders if the aural hallucination stage of sleep deprivation has begun. But she's still there, as though waiting for an answer. "If you really don't mind," he said cautiously, unsure of his own motives for accepting.
Of course, maybe he had hallucinated the question and now would be met with confusion.
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