[ A crack echoed through the kitchen as her head hit the wall, and hard, dazing her for a moment. Rey's head lifted, and her shoulders and arms strained against the telekinetic binds that pressed her there, but failure lay in her efforts to use her muscles instead of the Force. She didn't budge, and meanwhile, Ren was drawing closer.
With all the grace and composure of a muzzled dog, Rey thrashed, snapping back at him with a snarl baring her teeth, ] I'll kill you.
[ For Han, for Finn, she could do that. It didn't matter that he undermined and doubted that she could; Rey knew she had that in her. She had flinched away from it on Starkiller Base, spared the decision by the splitting earth, but looking at him now there's no doubt in her mind that she could given half the chance.
The more rational part of her mind reasoned that General Organa would not want that, for it wasn't a mission of revenge to hunt down the First Order that Rey had been sent on, but a peaceable one to seek out Luke, but measured reason had no place in the instinctive rage that boiled to the surface upon seeing him again. He shouldn't have made it off the base. He should have died there, consumed by the weapon he was responsible for.
Controlling her anger, letting the venom that she spat at him simmer down would prove the only way to extricate herself from this, experience told her as much, but it was a task easier said than done, particularly under the implicit threat of his advance. ]
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With all the grace and composure of a muzzled dog, Rey thrashed, snapping back at him with a snarl baring her teeth, ] I'll kill you.
[ For Han, for Finn, she could do that. It didn't matter that he undermined and doubted that she could; Rey knew she had that in her. She had flinched away from it on Starkiller Base, spared the decision by the splitting earth, but looking at him now there's no doubt in her mind that she could given half the chance.
The more rational part of her mind reasoned that General Organa would not want that, for it wasn't a mission of revenge to hunt down the First Order that Rey had been sent on, but a peaceable one to seek out Luke, but measured reason had no place in the instinctive rage that boiled to the surface upon seeing him again. He shouldn't have made it off the base. He should have died there, consumed by the weapon he was responsible for.
Controlling her anger, letting the venom that she spat at him simmer down would prove the only way to extricate herself from this, experience told her as much, but it was a task easier said than done, particularly under the implicit threat of his advance. ]