Ren makes a noise in the back of his throat, like he's trying to swallow down his own frustration. For a moment he just stares into the fire, his hand clenches into a fist at his side.
It's not a great start to hear she fought against an Empire in a war. It puts Ren on edge and makes him choose his next words carefully. He can't bark about the republic being traitorous murders and thieves, and not having an immediate source to direct his frustration and anger at makes things difficult.
He would love to dig inside her mind for his answers, but he doubts she has them. It's not worth exposing himself if he had any form of cover before. He can't imagine he would have, but her willingness to help suggests she did not previously wish to murder him, herself.
He slams his hand on the ground, digging his nails into the floor for a moment. After a deep, unsteady breath he sits at last, his back to the warmth of the fire and his eyes trained back on her.
"If you're correct about knowing me, and speaking to me before, then someone took the liberty of removing memories from my mind." Ren says in a waivering voice, losing his hold on a calmer tone for a moment. What else had he lost, and how much time? What had Skywalker taken from him that he felt confident enough to leave Ren alive with hatred only burning stronger in his mind?
"What's your name." He could pull it from her mind, but he could feel how weak the flow of the Force was through him. He refrains for his own sake, avoiding the inevitable of finding out just how weak he has become.
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It's not a great start to hear she fought against an Empire in a war. It puts Ren on edge and makes him choose his next words carefully. He can't bark about the republic being traitorous murders and thieves, and not having an immediate source to direct his frustration and anger at makes things difficult.
He would love to dig inside her mind for his answers, but he doubts she has them. It's not worth exposing himself if he had any form of cover before. He can't imagine he would have, but her willingness to help suggests she did not previously wish to murder him, herself.
He slams his hand on the ground, digging his nails into the floor for a moment. After a deep, unsteady breath he sits at last, his back to the warmth of the fire and his eyes trained back on her.
"If you're correct about knowing me, and speaking to me before, then someone took the liberty of removing memories from my mind." Ren says in a waivering voice, losing his hold on a calmer tone for a moment. What else had he lost, and how much time? What had Skywalker taken from him that he felt confident enough to leave Ren alive with hatred only burning stronger in his mind?
"What's your name." He could pull it from her mind, but he could feel how weak the flow of the Force was through him. He refrains for his own sake, avoiding the inevitable of finding out just how weak he has become.