She would fight him for them, tooth and nail — that, she definitely had no misconceptions about. But along with the desire to fight was the unbridled curiosity that reared its head towards him, particularly when he mentioned the Dark Side; Rey fought for several moments internally with her natural instinct to fight, before she grudgingly opened her fist to show him the black Dust powder concealed in the little plastic baggie she'd purchased.
"This," she told him, fixing her eyes on him to ensure he didn't steal it straight out of her hand, "is called Dust. The Cultists were said to have manufactured it themselves, and it causes heightened feelings that render one more susceptible to Malicant's influence." She closed her hand around it again, hiding it from prying eyes.
"I want to try it and understand how to tap into powers that Malicant would provide."
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"This," she told him, fixing her eyes on him to ensure he didn't steal it straight out of her hand, "is called Dust. The Cultists were said to have manufactured it themselves, and it causes heightened feelings that render one more susceptible to Malicant's influence." She closed her hand around it again, hiding it from prying eyes.
"I want to try it and understand how to tap into powers that Malicant would provide."