[ he gasps a little as the knife twists in. she's done worse to him, his tolerance is well on its way to being built, but things that hurt still hurt.

there it goes. she moves the knife, there's no relief. only a dull ache where it used to be and the spreading of more blood on his only shirt.

he doesn't have anything to bargain with. nothing he could give that she wasn't already capable of taking all on her own. the only thing he does have is his unceasing desire to protect others, no matter how futile and meaningless the effort may be. ]

Stop! [ he calls out again as kylo leaves him and approaches the girl. ]

I'll do whatever you want if you leave her alone.

[ he knows that it means more to her if he's the one volunteering to play in her game than if she's forcing him. maybe he can win that way.]