He let his gaze linger on her, hungrily drinking in the sight of Rey making herself at home in his house, so full of confidence and grace. She had come a long way from the young woman he had hunted on Takodana, and even farther from the frightened, lonely child he had seen in her memories. Now she was strong and determined, and she had come to him.
After everything...
He sat next to her on the couch, one arm draped over the back of it, though he was mindful not to crowd her. And yet... He wondered. If he did crowd her, would she run or would she lash out? Part of him wanted to see her lash out, her fury would be beautiful to behold.
"Now or never," he murmured his agreement, and upended the little bag on the couch between them. He held up a yellow stick, marveling at how it sparkled in a beam of sunlight. "If this is what they used to feel closer to Malicant... To understand it will bring us a step closer to him, too."
no subject
After everything...
He sat next to her on the couch, one arm draped over the back of it, though he was mindful not to crowd her. And yet... He wondered. If he did crowd her, would she run or would she lash out? Part of him wanted to see her lash out, her fury would be beautiful to behold.
"Now or never," he murmured his agreement, and upended the little bag on the couch between them. He held up a yellow stick, marveling at how it sparkled in a beam of sunlight. "If this is what they used to feel closer to Malicant... To understand it will bring us a step closer to him, too."