Her anger was still beautiful. Not for the first time Kylo Ren found himself first stunned, then enchanted by the sight of the rage hardening her eyes, and the tension held in her deceptive frame. She may have been short and slender compared to his own heavy build, but he had learned more than once that she had no problem keeping up. And Kylo could still recall the feeling of her body under his hands, when the Lucid had awoken thoroughly impossible desires and the courage to act on them.

Right now, she looked like she was closer to punching him - and he knew it would hurt.

Any reasonable injured man would seek to appease her.

A reasonable man would not have been thinking of wanting his enemy.

"Maybe you should," he snarled, "that would save us both from this..." He waved a hand angrily, gesturing first at her and then at himself. He had no names for it, none he was willing to give it anyway. "You're in my head," Kylo growled, "every hour of the day you're in there, I can feel you. Do you think you can infect me with your Light?!" Another snarl, teeth bared, eyes narrowed, he did look, and feel, very much like a cornered animal that had chosen to fight. "You'll Fall. The Dark Side's in you already. Give in. Attack me. Give in to your anger and free yourself."

And then, if she had fallen, there was that traitorous little whisper at the back of his mind, he would be allowed to want her...