He could feel her mind brushing against their bond, bright and concerned, as though reassuring herself that it-- that he was still there. It was easier to speak this way, in a sense; emotions and impressions were less complicated than words by far. So he reached back, offering up a jumbled collection of alive/resting-focus-wounded/apology--
Or, better translated as: he was still alive, merely meditating to keep from leaking pain across their bond and distracting her.
And- ah, the Resistance base. That explained both her eagerness and her apprehension. The only thing he could offer back in response to Rey's words was acceptance.
He wouldn't begrudge them their justice - after all, Kylo Ren and Ben Solo's hands were one and the same.
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Date: 2019-12-26 01:06 am (UTC)Or, better translated as: he was still alive, merely meditating to keep from leaking pain across their bond and distracting her.
And- ah, the Resistance base. That explained both her eagerness and her apprehension. The only thing he could offer back in response to Rey's words was acceptance.
He wouldn't begrudge them their justice - after all, Kylo Ren and Ben Solo's hands were one and the same.