[ She wouldn't have survived long on Jakku if she hadn't had such a persistent, pervasive stubborn streak.
Her anger seethes, flashes to a boil in the time it takes her to process his thought. He'd have her angry, she realizes; as consumed by fury as she was in the hallway of the Bearings. Better for her to become distracted. Better for her to make a mistake. She tamps down on that urge to throw herself at him in a feral rage, instead turning away from him and leveling her gaze at the holoscreen image of the Security Commissioner. ]
(That's what you'd have me do, isn't it — cause a disturbance in a place where families are mourning their dead. I'm sure it'd please you if I were arrested.)
[ Despite her attempt at self-control, an undeniable spike of hate wells up in her heart. After having spoken to both Bellamy and the Darkling, as well as recalling the warnings of some of the others, she knows that they all to some degree have felt the sting of his saber cauterizing the length of their collective spines, an echo of what he's done to her. Ren himself must know exactly what he's put her through by doing what he's done; the searing pain in her sternum just below her heart is enough of a testament to that.
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Her anger seethes, flashes to a boil in the time it takes her to process his thought. He'd have her angry, she realizes; as consumed by fury as she was in the hallway of the Bearings. Better for her to become distracted. Better for her to make a mistake. She tamps down on that urge to throw herself at him in a feral rage, instead turning away from him and leveling her gaze at the holoscreen image of the Security Commissioner. ]
( That's what you'd have me do, isn't it — cause a disturbance in a place where families are mourning their dead. I'm sure it'd please you if I were arrested. )
[ Despite her attempt at self-control, an undeniable spike of hate wells up in her heart. After having spoken to both Bellamy and the Darkling, as well as recalling the warnings of some of the others, she knows that they all to some degree have felt the sting of his saber cauterizing the length of their collective spines, an echo of what he's done to her. Ren himself must know exactly what he's put her through by doing what he's done; the searing pain in her sternum just below her heart is enough of a testament to that.
Which reminds her: ] ( By the way, how's the rib? )