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November Test Drive Meme~!

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The look of irritation deepened into a frown.

"How you felt? Thinking he was some long lost father to you?" That much he'd picked up on their other, earlier encounter. He didn't need to read her thoughts now. "He was my father and believe me I many times wished that he wasn't. It's easy to pretend he was wonderful when you knew him for mere, what? Days? Maybe he even corrected parental mistakes in that brief time with you. Maybe he was there for you. He hadn't been there for me."

His brief tirade out, he again looked away, frowning.

"General Hux is here. But others are here too.... Others from the past."

Rey closed her eyes, pained by how easily he tossed what she had felt - what she had experienced - aside. Yet she knew that she truly didn't know Han Solo. She hadn't been given a chance. He had seemed...good. Kind. Sarcastic, yes, but not someone who had rightly earned Kylo Ren's hate.

"Why did you wish that?" she whispered, "You have...had...parents. You knew them. You could speak to them all you wished. I didn't."

In frustration, she wiped a tear from her cheek, gritting her teeth.

"Others...from the past? Are they...well-known?" she lowered the lightsaber slowly before stowing it in her bag.

Edited 2016-11-22 07:30 (UTC)

He watched her put away the lightsaber - a good sign, even after the discussion had become more emotional. Internally, he was still seething and conflicted by what she had said but he pushed those feelings down, not wanting to continue to show his own upset. Yes, their situations had been very different, with different longings. He couldn't deny that. But being sympathetic or admitting his mistakes wasn't something he was ready to do.

Again he ignored that first question in favour of the latter.

He thought of Luke, but should he mention him to Rey? Maybe not for now. Luke was a complicated matter, even if he'd been the same one they knew. This one was proof of other alternate timelines, which was even more complicated that just people from the past.

But there was one other name that sprung to mind.

"You could say that," he answered to her question of if they were well known. "Darth Vader is here."

And he waited for her reaction. She must have heard of him. Everyone had at least heard about Vader's exploits, he thought.

The weapon was put away - for the time being - but Rey was tightly strung, aware of every move he made. She was practically counting each of his breaths. No one had frightened her as much as him and while he disturbed her, he also drew her to him; he made her curious about him. What reason did he have for acting the way he did? For aligning himself with the First Order?

Her thoughts were shattered in an instant when she heard that name. She felt her body turn cold and the world was spinning, making her feel sick. Shakily, she knelt down, trying to center herself.

Darth Vader? Here?

"...have you met him?" her mind screamed that such a meeting was not good and her expression made her position on the matter very clear.

Clearly the very name of Vader had some effect. It was disconcerting in a way. He felt he'd never get such a reaction. Not here. Although lately he wasn't even sure what sort of reaction he wanted - at least, not scorn and mockery.

"Yes, of course. Many times," he replied.

He kept his own expression neutral. She didn't need to know that Vader had called him weak and all but dismissed him as useless.

"You...shouldn't." Rey didn't know why she cared that he stay away from the Sith Lord, but she felt panicked at the idea of them talking, "He's...not right."

He's worse off than you.

Slowly, she rose back to a standing position, taking a step towards him.

"How can you see your way in the dark? How can he?"

"The light can be as blinding as the darkness. Maybe you would do well to remember that before you judge," Ren said defensively.

Somehow he appeared to be leaning back away from her as she stepped forward. He wasn't afraid of her but in some way she was intimidating. There was an untapped power he knew was within her.

"Briefly, maybe, but not always. Your eyes adjust." Rey stopped a few feet from him, "In the pitch black, you have no chance. Do you not see that? If there is any...any...good in you, you will lose it."

Han wouldn't want that. Leia wouldn't either.

Ren's eyes searched her face. What was she trying to do? Her tone reminded him of Han, attempting to draw his son back to the Light. To come home. Doubt crept in. Here he had been trying to find a balance between the two sides, but she wasn't to know that. She'd only just arrived. So what did she think she was doing?

Abruptly, he was concerned it was a ruse; a trick to have him let his guard down and he quickly backed away from her.

He tried to change the subject, away from himself.

"You... you need to be told what this place is. You cannot easily leave although it is possible. You have to adjust. You have to change."

He appeared bothered now; unsettled. Even as he covered it up with words.

Rey had nothing to gain or lose - truly - besides her life no matter what he chose. The Light would do him good and his powers would help to shut the First Order down. Many lives would be saved and Leia's heart would surely - hopefully - begin to mend. Rey would honestly like to see that. The General deserved no less.

"Do you always avoid topics you don't like?" she retorted, sounding more petulant than she had intended, "Breathe..."

The last word might have been for him or herself. Breathing had been helpful for her in calming her body and her mind. Kylo Ren seemed like he needed such a technique.

"Your powers react to your emotions. If you can calm your body, you can calm your mind."

Who was the teacher?

There was another frown.

"Are you trying to instruct me now? As if there are not enough Jedi around here already, offering their expertise," he hadn't thought about it before he mentioned Jedi to her... but he was rattled.

And he was still avoiding the other topics.

"You need someone to help you calm down." she wasn't going to apologize, "Maybe you should listen to them." her lips pursed, "You only mentioned Darth Vader. What Jedi are here?"

Luke? Oh please say Luke. She touched her bag, drawing confidence from the lightsaber within.

But he shook his head.

"Probably names you do not know so what would be the point to list them? As for listening to them, you will find that many things are different here. I have trained with some of them. I live among them, at the Temple."

Well, some of them. Not all of the Jedi live at the Air Temple or in the East.

But he thought his words may again be distracting enough to steer the conversation away from him personally.

"How do you know I don't know them?" her brows rose, "Are you telling me that they are happy training with you while you take advice from Darth Vader?"

There seemed to be a conflict of interests there - unless, of course, he wasn't telling them the truth. Rey knew it was silly to be disappointed, but she knew she would be if that was the case.

"Tell me their names. I'm happy to meet any Jedi." she had a slight hero complex when it came to them - yet it was nothing to how he felt about his grandfather.

"No. I am sure you will meet them soon enough," he stubbornly replied.

"I told you. Things are different here. The Jedi protect Darth Vader." Well, one Jedi in particular. He still was uncertain about how close Obi-Wan and his grandfather were. It seemed to be very complicated. "I rarely see him myself."

Plus he currently looked like Anakin Skywalker, but he didn't add that for the moment.

"Why are you so stubborn?" but she had a feeling she knew why. Though she had Force abilities, he still was only talking to a Scavenger. The way he had said that before had left a sour taste in her mouth.

"They wouldn't!" that went against all she knew about the Jedi; in fact, it was downright offensive, "He's a Sith. They wouldn't protect a Sith."

With her hands balled into fists, Rey seemed to consider giving him a good punch. While that might feel good in the moment, it wouldn't be worth it once he lashed out.

Edited 2016-11-22 10:08 (UTC)

He noticed her tension and gave a small shake of his head as if in warning. If she tried anything he knew he could stop a blow easily with his fully restored Force powers.

"You have a lot to learn. Follow me," and he turned as if expecting her to simply obey and do as he said.

"I don't trust you." and that was a huge problem. Her feet stayed planted, stubbornly. If he could be hard-headed, so could she.

"Do you even know my name?" because she had one. She wasn't just Scavenger.

The question caused him to halt and look back. Did he know her name? Perhaps it was something that had filtered through when he'd probed her mind what seemed like a long time ago... But names had been unimportant then.

Straightening up as he turned to face her again, he looked a little annoyed.

"Does that matter?"

It wasn't really a yes or a no.

"To me it does. I am a person, Kylo Ren." and since she knew his name, it only seemed fair, "My name is Rey. I am...I was...a Scavenger, but I only did that because I had no other choice."

On Jakku, you either Scavenged or starved. The options were few unless you wanted to turn into a thief.

"I'm also a talented pilot and I know a lot about ships. That's why your father, more or less, left me his ship and Chewbacca with it."

"Have you finished boasting?" Now he had tensed up.

He didn't like that she seemed to be getting everything that he thought should be his by family rights - the ship, such as it was; that lightsaber she had stashed away; maybe even his father and Chewbacca's respect. Everything felt backwards as if he should be in her place.

He didn't understand that he could have been in her place. Rey wouldn't have pushed him aside. She wasn't the enemy; the enemy was in himself.

"I was only telling you the truth."

For what it was worth, she moved to follow him. She liked him better when he showed some humanity.

"The important part was my name anyway." though she hoped he didn't ask for a surname. She didn't know it.

He didn't ask. He could tell himself that he didn't care - but it wasn't entirely the truth. He just didn't think it was an important extra fact to know at this moment.

"Congratulations," he said wryly. "You have a name. Can we move on now?"

"I'd rather you say it or use it once." she chose to stand at his side rather than behind him, arching a brow in his direction, "It's really very simple. I only have the one."

Raising his eyebrows back at her, he looked somewhat incredulous at her persistence as they walked.

"What are you trying to do? Make friends?"

Why did it seem everyone who didn't mock him wanted to try to befriend him? This confused him and it was even more bewildering coming from Rey. He wasn't sure what aim she had in getting him to call her by name. He was suspicious of her motives.

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