[ Kylo relishes in it. The panic and fear. The way he tries to throw up diversions and slow her down in any way he can manage. The way the first time she dug into his mind clings to him, that knowledge making this time even worse.
There was power in fear and pain, and she wields both with the ease of her saber. The darkest part of her would say it was simply natural given her heritage.
Finally she latches on to the knowledge she's after. The location is unexpected and explains to her why the First Order was having such difficulty in finding them. A reprieve comes then as she withdraws her power, hand dropping to her side. She walks to the door and sends one of the Knights to inform General Hux of the Resistance's location and give him the go-ahead to rally the fleet for battle. This time she would let victory or defeat rest on the General's shoulders, as either outcome gave her leverage and would keep him off her back for a short while.
Returning to Poe, there's no pretense this time as she lifts her hand and sends her power back into his mind. ]
Let's see just how many are left to kill. The traitors you're so desperate to protect. [ She knows of a few that remain. FN-2187. Chewie. Rey. Her brow furrows slightly against a slight stirring of emotion within her and she sets her jaw, curling her fingers to dig her power in deeper, taking out her discontent at herself on Poe. It didn't matter who was left. They refused to bow to the First Order and thus they had to die. ]
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There was power in fear and pain, and she wields both with the ease of her saber. The darkest part of her would say it was simply natural given her heritage.
Finally she latches on to the knowledge she's after. The location is unexpected and explains to her why the First Order was having such difficulty in finding them. A reprieve comes then as she withdraws her power, hand dropping to her side. She walks to the door and sends one of the Knights to inform General Hux of the Resistance's location and give him the go-ahead to rally the fleet for battle. This time she would let victory or defeat rest on the General's shoulders, as either outcome gave her leverage and would keep him off her back for a short while.
Returning to Poe, there's no pretense this time as she lifts her hand and sends her power back into his mind. ]
Let's see just how many are left to kill. The traitors you're so desperate to protect. [ She knows of a few that remain. FN-2187. Chewie. Rey. Her brow furrows slightly against a slight stirring of emotion within her and she sets her jaw, curling her fingers to dig her power in deeper, taking out her discontent at herself on Poe. It didn't matter who was left. They refused to bow to the First Order and thus they had to die. ]