[ The hard, embittered way she says it twists the words to sound more akin to, I'll never forget. For a moment, all she can think of is the pain, lancing and constant like a drill bearing down, and her expression hardens into stone, begrudging him it.
Had she not turned it back on him, she would think it an attack all its own that he'd brought it up at all. But she remembered too the fear in his eyes when he realized that she could see into his thoughts too. That she had pushed back.
But still it unnerves her to her very bones. She knew what was in her mind, and not just in the way every person assumes they know themselves—she knew herself with the intimacy of a girl who had spent fifteen years with nothing but her own company to hold onto. Kylo Ren, though, knew what to measure it against. He had the scale, the instruction manual, the outside knowledge of what those inner workings meant when the Force entered the equation. When he says he knows better, when he says he knows all that he needs to, he speaks of the feral creature ready to tear him apart in the snow of Starkiller Base. It is easy to picture that beast doing the same to bandits, but Rey wonders how much of it is really in her.
Because Ren isn't the only one who has seen her, taken her measure, and knows how to read it. Instead of giving him the power of certainty over her, she held tight to the memory of Maz Kanata, the tiny green outlaw, telling her to hold the Light tight within her. ]
But what you've done goes beyond survival.
[ It's not the same, she thinks, stubbornly digging in her heels. ]
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[ The hard, embittered way she says it twists the words to sound more akin to, I'll never forget. For a moment, all she can think of is the pain, lancing and constant like a drill bearing down, and her expression hardens into stone, begrudging him it.
Had she not turned it back on him, she would think it an attack all its own that he'd brought it up at all. But she remembered too the fear in his eyes when he realized that she could see into his thoughts too. That she had pushed back.
But still it unnerves her to her very bones. She knew what was in her mind, and not just in the way every person assumes they know themselves—she knew herself with the intimacy of a girl who had spent fifteen years with nothing but her own company to hold onto. Kylo Ren, though, knew what to measure it against. He had the scale, the instruction manual, the outside knowledge of what those inner workings meant when the Force entered the equation. When he says he knows better, when he says he knows all that he needs to, he speaks of the feral creature ready to tear him apart in the snow of Starkiller Base. It is easy to picture that beast doing the same to bandits, but Rey wonders how much of it is really in her.
Because Ren isn't the only one who has seen her, taken her measure, and knows how to read it. Instead of giving him the power of certainty over her, she held tight to the memory of Maz Kanata, the tiny green outlaw, telling her to hold the Light tight within her. ]
But what you've done goes beyond survival.
[ It's not the same, she thinks, stubbornly digging in her heels. ]
I wouldn't enjoy it.