[Were they not so bound to one another (if he cared less on some deep, entirely artificial level) Ren would be content to let Steve fend for himself against the shifting stone, the downpour that threatens to dislodge both Rogers and his current assist. The First Order suffers no weakness; those that cannot fend for themselves are claimed - in battle or otherwise.
But once Karlon has granted them a pleasant dismissal, Ren flicks the switch of his saber, killing the blade and striding closer to the edge. Inhaling once, his sense of self dulls: time slows (for him, at least— perceptions numb to its passage) and it's not as easy as it once was, but he's more than capable of grasping the cliffside with little more than willpower. Fault lines noted and braced against the shove and pull of shared weight. Insurance designed to grant them a secure climb, if nothing else.
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But once Karlon has granted them a pleasant dismissal, Ren flicks the switch of his saber, killing the blade and striding closer to the edge. Inhaling once, his sense of self dulls: time slows (for him, at least— perceptions numb to its passage) and it's not as easy as it once was, but he's more than capable of grasping the cliffside with little more than willpower. Fault lines noted and braced against the shove and pull of shared weight. Insurance designed to grant them a secure climb, if nothing else.
You're welcome.]