[ There's relief and elation that floods her, that she can use her powers this way, and can hold these minds in thrall; there's surprise, too, that Ren apparently has enough faith in her abilities to have suspected all along that she could do something of this magnitude.
...Then again he's been on the receiving end of said abilities, albeit briefly, back on Starkiller.
A quip rests at the forefront of her mind in response, but it's derailed when she feels her powers suddenly lurch and shift, the individual minds she holds fast tugging against the cord of her own that binds them all together. It's a slipping feeling, something that reminds her of the Sinking Fields in Jakku. Sand sliding through fingers. ]
(Ren...something's wrong. I can't...I can't hold it.) [ Her grip on them is dwindling, and she can't stop it. ]
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...Then again he's been on the receiving end of said abilities, albeit briefly, back on Starkiller.
A quip rests at the forefront of her mind in response, but it's derailed when she feels her powers suddenly lurch and shift, the individual minds she holds fast tugging against the cord of her own that binds them all together. It's a slipping feeling, something that reminds her of the Sinking Fields in Jakku. Sand sliding through fingers. ]
( Ren...something's wrong. I can't...I can't hold it. ) [ Her grip on them is dwindling, and she can't stop it. ]