[ Rey opens her mouth like she means to answer, but no words come out. Only a faint, croaking noise which further punctuates her speechlessness. The room feels too small, suddenly. The air too thin. Daisy says it like a joke, but it's not, is it? He's a killer. All he's done is double down, reaffirm that he is. And she'd let him put his hands all over her in spite of it.
So no. She can't give a heads up, and she can't articulate why she knew those pictures were him, and she can't ... make words because it's too complicated and she's not any good at any of this. All she can do is shake her head, not in response to Daisy's question, but as if in apology for her own inability to formulate a meaningful answer. ]
[ Yes. It's a fair assessment. She's still figuring it out. Eventually she will. When that happens, maybe Daisy will get more than this tension and confusion. But for now, Rey doesn't have more to offer. She pushes through it because Daisy has a more pronounced point than what Kylo is to Rey. ]
He's tried to kill me. [ She pushes that out with certainty. ] But if he wants you dead, he won't hide it. He's not going to -- to lure you out somewhere and get you alone. He'll just do it. [ Rey says this practically, not as though she's trying to make excuses -- a clearer picture, not a justification, not trying to lessen the severity. ] He's a killer, but not a liar.
[ And even then, he was a killer who lashed out in pain. A cornered, wounded animal. None of those who caused him pain are here -- none but Rey herself. ]
[ daisy is quiet for a moment. they share a back-and-forth of quiet contemplation, careful consideration of what to say and how to say it, debating between raw honesty and measured meters of truth.
being told that the awkward, unsure, unreasonably tall man she's interacted with a handful of times in passing has attempted murder under her belt phases her probably less than it really should. she's surprised, but the surprise lacks a moral response — though perhaps that's, in part, due to the fact that daisy doesn't exactly have much of a moral high ground to stand on here.
has she tried to kill people in the line of duty? yes. has she succeeded? also yes. there's been both acceptable losses and unavoidable casualties on her hands, too, and it's perhaps those that weigh the heaviest on her.
so to rey, daisy offers a thin purse of her lips, a careful exhale through her nose, and a shift in weight from one foot to the other. ]
I'm not, [ she finally settles with. ] Afraid of him, I mean.
[ maybe she should be, but daisy's never been particularly good at doing what she should do. ]
[ She looks like she means it, but not in the good way. Not in the way that is relieved that Daisy sees him differently, that she sees him as soft, but in the way that acknowledges that Daisy recognizes the danger and is simply self-assured in spite of it.
If Daisy were afraid of him, Rey's guilt for engaging him would be greater. If Daisy isn't, it means she understands how it can be complicated despite that. ]
You should still train him. [ She rolls up her hoodie sleeves then to reveal bracelet-like burns, pink bands around her wrists, stretching up a few inches on her forearm. ] He needs it.
[ despite rey's casual statement, there's nothing relaxed about the burns that wrap around her arms. daisy sucks in a breath, sharp between her teeth. ]
That's fucked up. [ to put it mildly. ] But I'm guessing by the fact that he's not dead in a ditch right now that it wasn't intentional?
[ if he actually went after rey, intentionally, daisy might have to recruit help to put him six feet under. ]
Yeah. It probably is. But that doesn't change that it happened, and it doesn't change that Kylo Ren needs to be taught to control his ability just like Rey does. ]
It was my fault. [ She rolls her sleeves back down. ] But it happened, and he needs to learn to make sure it doesn't.
[ That makes a big difference, since Rey can't help with this — and honestly doesn't think it'd be a good idea for her to try. If Kylo is gonna get better, he's gotta be the one to initiate it. He'd come to Daisy for training. That's a good step. ]
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So no. She can't give a heads up, and she can't articulate why she knew those pictures were him, and she can't ... make words because it's too complicated and she's not any good at any of this. All she can do is shake her head, not in response to Daisy's question, but as if in apology for her own inability to formulate a meaningful answer. ]
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Okay. [ not super reassuring. but this also is way outside daisy's realm of friend-therapist expertise. ] Well. When you figure it out, let me know.
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He's tried to kill me. [ She pushes that out with certainty. ] But if he wants you dead, he won't hide it. He's not going to -- to lure you out somewhere and get you alone. He'll just do it. [ Rey says this practically, not as though she's trying to make excuses -- a clearer picture, not a justification, not trying to lessen the severity. ] He's a killer, but not a liar.
[ And even then, he was a killer who lashed out in pain. A cornered, wounded animal. None of those who caused him pain are here -- none but Rey herself. ]
I don't think you need to be afraid.
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being told that the awkward, unsure, unreasonably tall man she's interacted with a handful of times in passing has attempted murder under her belt phases her probably less than it really should. she's surprised, but the surprise lacks a moral response — though perhaps that's, in part, due to the fact that daisy doesn't exactly have much of a moral high ground to stand on here.
has she tried to kill people in the line of duty? yes. has she succeeded? also yes. there's been both acceptable losses and unavoidable casualties on her hands, too, and it's perhaps those that weigh the heaviest on her.
so to rey, daisy offers a thin purse of her lips, a careful exhale through her nose, and a shift in weight from one foot to the other. ]
I'm not, [ she finally settles with. ] Afraid of him, I mean.
[ maybe she should be, but daisy's never been particularly good at doing what she should do. ]
But thanks for the heads up.
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[ She looks like she means it, but not in the good way. Not in the way that is relieved that Daisy sees him differently, that she sees him as soft, but in the way that acknowledges that Daisy recognizes the danger and is simply self-assured in spite of it.
If Daisy were afraid of him, Rey's guilt for engaging him would be greater. If Daisy isn't, it means she understands how it can be complicated despite that. ]
You should still train him. [ She rolls up her hoodie sleeves then to reveal bracelet-like burns, pink bands around her wrists, stretching up a few inches on her forearm. ] He needs it.
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That's fucked up. [ to put it mildly. ] But I'm guessing by the fact that he's not dead in a ditch right now that it wasn't intentional?
[ if he actually went after rey, intentionally, daisy might have to recruit help to put him six feet under. ]
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Yeah. It probably is. But that doesn't change that it happened, and it doesn't change that Kylo Ren needs to be taught to control his ability just like Rey does. ]
It was my fault. [ She rolls her sleeves back down. ] But it happened, and he needs to learn to make sure it doesn't.
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I'll see what I can do.
[ she'll train anyone who needs it. her abilities aren't as offensive as they were back home, so she'll need to be more careful, but she'll do it. ]
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[ That makes a big difference, since Rey can't help with this — and honestly doesn't think it'd be a good idea for her to try. If Kylo is gonna get better, he's gotta be the one to initiate it. He'd come to Daisy for training. That's a good step. ]