Some of the pounding in his head flows into her, a dull ache at the back of her skull, but she pushes it away in her defensiveness. Every muscle in her body has tightened in preparation for a fight, lips pulled back around her teeth to add to the impression of a feral animal tapping into its fight-or-flight reflexes.
That's what it has to be. Believing Kylo Ren's outburst — and the extended fingers that call her back to a cold, sterile interrogation chamber — to be a result of an attempted escape is easier to process than his shrill screaming and the shaking of every limb. ]
What are you — [ The sentence never finishes. She grinds her teeth together, hand poised at her belt. Tellingly, she doesn't switch either saber on. ] — Stop.
[ But he doesn't. He hasn't. His screaming echoes in her head long after it's stopped and he is shaking on his cot. It nearly drowns out the sound of heavy footfalls and the hiss of the door as the guards stationed outside filter in, hands on their blasters. 'What happened?' one asks her, while never peeling his eyes away from Kylo Ren's form. She can nearly taste the guard's apprehension, and the way he's twitching for any excuse to leap into the fray. ]
I don't know.
[ It's the truth. He appears irritated by that, but her mind is spinning. 'Get General Organa,' he says the other. When his comrade hesitates, he insists 'now', and watches as they scurry away. ]
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Some of the pounding in his head flows into her, a dull ache at the back of her skull, but she pushes it away in her defensiveness. Every muscle in her body has tightened in preparation for a fight, lips pulled back around her teeth to add to the impression of a feral animal tapping into its fight-or-flight reflexes.
That's what it has to be. Believing Kylo Ren's outburst — and the extended fingers that call her back to a cold, sterile interrogation chamber — to be a result of an attempted escape is easier to process than his shrill screaming and the shaking of every limb. ]
What are you — [ The sentence never finishes. She grinds her teeth together, hand poised at her belt. Tellingly, she doesn't switch either saber on. ] — Stop.
[ But he doesn't. He hasn't. His screaming echoes in her head long after it's stopped and he is shaking on his cot. It nearly drowns out the sound of heavy footfalls and the hiss of the door as the guards stationed outside filter in, hands on their blasters. 'What happened?' one asks her, while never peeling his eyes away from Kylo Ren's form. She can nearly taste the guard's apprehension, and the way he's twitching for any excuse to leap into the fray. ]
I don't know.
[ It's the truth. He appears irritated by that, but her mind is spinning. 'Get General Organa,' he says the other. When his comrade hesitates, he insists 'now', and watches as they scurry away. ]