[Ren is ready the second he feels her fear spike. Up comes his saber with an angry backfire, activating as he messily parries her attempt to maim him. He is forced to step back just enough to prepare another reaction. He isn't smiling, but its the closest he'll ever come -- an eagerness and excitement in his eyes.
That is, until his eyes are drawn to her saber. He can't begin to understand how she got a hold of one, until he spots the hilt's shape. Even if he were not so obsessed with his grandfather's legacy, it perfectly mirrored another in the compound. Instantly, everything evaporates from his face and he goes as rigid as a board, pointing accusingly at her hand.]
Where. Did you get that?
[His reply comes out as a demanding snarl, a slight panic in his voice as he realizes that Rey is holding his legacy in the palm of her hand, without him ever knowing. How? There was no way Anakin Skywalker would have relinquished his weapon to her, even in an attempt to spite him. How did she get that saber?]
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That is, until his eyes are drawn to her saber. He can't begin to understand how she got a hold of one, until he spots the hilt's shape. Even if he were not so obsessed with his grandfather's legacy, it perfectly mirrored another in the compound. Instantly, everything evaporates from his face and he goes as rigid as a board, pointing accusingly at her hand.]
Where. Did you get that?
[His reply comes out as a demanding snarl, a slight panic in his voice as he realizes that Rey is holding his legacy in the palm of her hand, without him ever knowing. How? There was no way Anakin Skywalker would have relinquished his weapon to her, even in an attempt to spite him. How did she get that saber?]