★ -- REY
Rey finds Luke’s stability INFURIATING. She knows that he is far more competent and wise that she is, but she ex- pects at least SOME indulgence of her youth and volatility. Of course, it’s a foolish expectation, founded on no real facts outside of her own selfish desire for support and af- firmation, but that doesn’t make it any less REAL. People are allowed to want stupid things. … Just not while they’re here, apparently. That’s FINE. She can turn tail and run away whenever she wants to. Still fuming, hazel eyes follow him to the cliff’s edge, though her feet display no inclination to transport her there. Despite her own turmoil, she cannot help but be some- what IMPRESSED by the display of power, which tames her tongue long enough for her to ask a productive ques- tion, rather than another indignant one. “So why can’t you control both at the same time?” “– It’s not like you began hopping about or speaking in tongues when you used it just now.”
❝ You’re right. I didn’t. ❞ He sets the Falcon back down and turns to Rey, the slightest of smiles on his lips. ❝ Because I was calm. ❞
His pride is quickly gone as he begins circling her, and the somber look in his eyes should give fair warning before he speaks. ❝ My father fell victim to the Dark Side, which you have witnessed personally. By attempting to control a force beyond our understanding, my father, Kylo Ren, the Sith were all consumed. It ate them from the inside out. ❞
He draws his saber again, and the green light illuminates his forlorn features. ❝ Show me that your frustration will not do to you what it did to them. ❞