[He has to stop. There's sweat pressed against his brow beneath the armor of his mask from strain; he can feel her thoughts bleeding well into his own, and every inch he tries desperately to steal from her, she's taking. Reading without pause the way no one else has ever truly dared beyond Snoke's own far-reaching grasp. If he continues, she'll know everything.
It's the only thing that has Kylo Ren relenting, tugging her face back to scrape it roughly across the corner of some biting, sharp-edged instrument built into the chair she's been strapped to before she's left to find her breath while he paces. Like something wounded, he's bleeding-- mentally, not physically-- trying (and eventually succeeding) to stopper his own free-flowing memories. His thoughts become a list, repeated over and over again: the objective, Snoke's orders, the map, Luke Skywalker. The oldest, instinctive trick to resisting the prying influence of a Jedi knight, but it proves useful even for those connected so thoroughly to the Force.]
I run from nothing.
[He isn't like his father.
After another moment or two, the anger's fallen to a cool boil. Something he can use, rather than fall prey to. Manipulation via the Force might admittedly be (frustratingly) beyond him in this instance, yet there's more within his reach in terms of interrogation: strategies and leverage he knows like the back of his own hand, owing to years spent perfecting the art.] But if you'd prefer I return my attention to your friends instead...
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It's the only thing that has Kylo Ren relenting, tugging her face back to scrape it roughly across the corner of some biting, sharp-edged instrument built into the chair she's been strapped to before she's left to find her breath while he paces. Like something wounded, he's bleeding-- mentally, not physically-- trying (and eventually succeeding) to stopper his own free-flowing memories. His thoughts become a list, repeated over and over again: the objective, Snoke's orders, the map, Luke Skywalker. The oldest, instinctive trick to resisting the prying influence of a Jedi knight, but it proves useful even for those connected so thoroughly to the Force.]
I run from nothing.
[He isn't like his father.
After another moment or two, the anger's fallen to a cool boil. Something he can use, rather than fall prey to. Manipulation via the Force might admittedly be (frustratingly) beyond him in this instance, yet there's more within his reach in terms of interrogation: strategies and leverage he knows like the back of his own hand, owing to years spent perfecting the art.] But if you'd prefer I return my attention to your friends instead...