[ As much as her instinct told her to call him a liar, Rey could not help but hesitate with her finger on that particular trigger; she wasn't sure she believed it. Everything she knew of Kylo Ren was pain and hate and misery, and as much as the ebullient center that had carried her through the wasteland of Jakku wanted to believe that there was something decent and reasonable buried in everyone, that people did only what they had to, he made the claim a difficult one.
She hated him not because it was in her nature to, but because she wanted to, actively made the decision, and it still rankled her for she'd never before truly hated anyone at all. ]
The bandits would have done us a favor, ridding us of you, if they'd ever stood a chance.
[ It was too bad, really, that they hadn't, for instead she had to struggle with the weight of which was worse—allowing Han Solo's murderer to walk around freely, or contemplating murder herself, for surely that would be the appropriate word. ]
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She hated him not because it was in her nature to, but because she wanted to, actively made the decision, and it still rankled her for she'd never before truly hated anyone at all. ]
The bandits would have done us a favor, ridding us of you, if they'd ever stood a chance.
[ It was too bad, really, that they hadn't, for instead she had to struggle with the weight of which was worse—allowing Han Solo's murderer to walk around freely, or contemplating murder herself, for surely that would be the appropriate word. ]