[ The last time Rey was in this office tbh she left crying. She just wanted help. It feels eerie to be in here without Professor Ren's shadowy presence filling it. It feels deceptively utilitarian, actually, without his Aura to infect it. Rey steps around his desk and settles into his chair.
That feels more eerie still, like she's slipping into his skin or something. But this isn't a serial killer AU. So she only spends a moment looking up at Poe and trying to imagine the world from Ren's point of view before she sits up straighter in the chair and starts pulling open drawers.
The files are neatly organized, but have no clear system. At least, not labels. Ren probably doesn't need them since they're his own files and he has a mind like a steel trap. Rey starts thumbing through. ]
These don't look like class documents. I think it's stuff for his own research. [ She pulls out a paper, frowning over it. The calculations are well beyond her. Obviously. But she can figure some broad strokes out thanks to, well, coursework. ] This is military stuff.
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That feels more eerie still, like she's slipping into his skin or something. But this isn't a serial killer AU. So she only spends a moment looking up at Poe and trying to imagine the world from Ren's point of view before she sits up straighter in the chair and starts pulling open drawers.
The files are neatly organized, but have no clear system. At least, not labels. Ren probably doesn't need them since they're his own files and he has a mind like a steel trap. Rey starts thumbing through. ]
These don't look like class documents. I think it's stuff for his own research. [ She pulls out a paper, frowning over it. The calculations are well beyond her. Obviously. But she can figure some broad strokes out thanks to, well, coursework. ] This is military stuff.