[She expects a scoff, a cruel dismissal. What she gets is something entirely off her radar, almost as far off as an actual verbal reply.
Ahsoka narrows her gaze further, something that might translate to suspicion. Surely he doesn't think her so foolish -- to bare her neck to the Dark side so freely.
But as she considers the open and pleading stare he gives her, she is forced to reconsider. No, its not meant to be trickery. He seeks validation or approval or understanding or -- something, or he would have simply dismissed her question. But why...what is the fixation he has on her? Every moment she thinks she might have Kylo Ren figured out, he does something like this -- something oddly sincere, something oddly human that tugs at her desire to understand the scope of the Force, and moreso the need to help those who reached out to her for it.
The Dark Side clouded everything, even here with their connection to it so weak.
There's a moment of guarded hesitation, filled by the action of lifting her legs to cross them where she's chosen to sit. Once balanced, she lifts her hand from her lap and offers it to him, turning her palm over for him to grasp.
Her curiosity is too great, and Anakin isn't there to stop her.]
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Ahsoka narrows her gaze further, something that might translate to suspicion. Surely he doesn't think her so foolish -- to bare her neck to the Dark side so freely.
But as she considers the open and pleading stare he gives her, she is forced to reconsider. No, its not meant to be trickery. He seeks validation or approval or understanding or -- something, or he would have simply dismissed her question. But why...what is the fixation he has on her? Every moment she thinks she might have Kylo Ren figured out, he does something like this -- something oddly sincere, something oddly human that tugs at her desire to understand the scope of the Force, and moreso the need to help those who reached out to her for it.
The Dark Side clouded everything, even here with their connection to it so weak.
There's a moment of guarded hesitation, filled by the action of lifting her legs to cross them where she's chosen to sit. Once balanced, she lifts her hand from her lap and offers it to him, turning her palm over for him to grasp.
Her curiosity is too great, and Anakin isn't there to stop her.]