[ As if summoned by his command, Rey felt a chill settle over her, though she knew the kitchen was too central to the Oska base to have a draft. It prickled the hairs on the back of her neck, turned her stomach to lead. The muscles in her jaw pulsed as she clenched it to keep from crying out when his grip tightened, her shoulder lurching forward somewhat as though it would alleviate the pain, an unconscious movement that she immediately regretted for the weakness it showed.
Flung back out of the kitchen like a doll, she hovered for a moment in through the doorway, staring back at him, watching as his anger turned to a tangible thing, pulsating in the very air around him—or maybe she was only taking the Force for granted, and how it allowed her to register it so keenly. The heat of his anger billowed out like steam from inside the kitchen, but where Rey stood, she felt as frozen as she had in the wilderness of Starkiller Base.
Alone indeed. Distantly, she realized that her arm had bruised.
His back turned, and before he could think better of it Rey took three staggered steps back, turned, and ran down the hall, outside, until her legs wouldn't carry her anymore. Only when she was out of breath did she look behind her, panting, and affirm that she hadn't been followed, hunted down—again—like an animal. She couldn't fight him, not like she was now. But soon. Better to think of that than to consider that the struggle would not simply be to survive Kylo Ren. ]
puts a bow on this thread
Flung back out of the kitchen like a doll, she hovered for a moment in through the doorway, staring back at him, watching as his anger turned to a tangible thing, pulsating in the very air around him—or maybe she was only taking the Force for granted, and how it allowed her to register it so keenly. The heat of his anger billowed out like steam from inside the kitchen, but where Rey stood, she felt as frozen as she had in the wilderness of Starkiller Base.
Alone indeed. Distantly, she realized that her arm had bruised.
His back turned, and before he could think better of it Rey took three staggered steps back, turned, and ran down the hall, outside, until her legs wouldn't carry her anymore. Only when she was out of breath did she look behind her, panting, and affirm that she hadn't been followed, hunted down—again—like an animal. She couldn't fight him, not like she was now. But soon. Better to think of that than to consider that the struggle would not simply be to survive Kylo Ren. ]