A Seam Within the Galaxy • Kylo Ren

Ch.4

Any and all interest I had within me concerning this man had vanished, the only thing remaining was a genuine detestation and malice toward what he had done to me, how he made me feel all those days ago.

"I don't remember inviting you to the show." I seethed through my teeth, continuing to wheeze as I filled with strife, straining to breath correctly. As my place on the floor set in, I couldn't tell if I was more angry with him for being here, or if I felt more embarrassed at what he just witnessed. He opened his palm, within an instant the electro staff flew toward him from the floor. He grasped it firmly, switching it off and walking over to where it belonged on the wall.

"I have seen all I need to." he mentioned, with his back to me as he placed the staff on the shelf. On cue my eyes rolled so forcefully it pained me, tired of formalities with him.

"I'm really getting tired of this—" removing my hand from my rib cage and motioning between the space between him and I "—this thing you're doing to me." I attempted to turn from my ass and onto one leg to stand, but putting weight onto either leg caused my body to painfully protest otherwise. I chomped down on my lip, fighting the urge to scream as his back turned to face me.

"What I'm doing to you ?" he asked. I scoffed as he came closer. I really disliked that I couldn't see any emotion because of his mask, not that I would have any more luck if he weren't wearing it.

I grew angry speaking to this mask, feeling like I wasn't getting through to him as I should. I couldn't see any reason to speak to him when I already was familiar with how his interactions go. A little mind reading here, a little unnecessary force-handling there, a big heaping of anger issues as well as zero human decency and congratulations, there you have it.

"You speak before I even get the chance to." I told him, bringing my legs closer to me, suddenly feeling very small on the ground before him. My mind began to buzz, that same whirlwind from before, beginning to stir faster and faster in my mind.

I pressed my fingers to my temple, rubbing in circles. Many thoughts flashed by my mind, why the Commander was in the room, how he had found me. Why did he wish to speak to me? Was he wondering how I was doing? I was glad he was here with me. I was angry he knew where I was. I was confused. I wanted to cry.

I failed to reach out and grab a topic to speak on, choking on my tongue within this storm of emotions I was caught up in the more I spent my time in it.

I exhausted my mind for something to focus on, but to no avail, all my thoughts whizzed past me too quickly to speak on.

I felt a familiar tug forward, releasing me from the clammer of my personal flurry. I took a solid breath in, now able again to think structured thoughts; understanding that he was the one who had always heard me drowning, and pulled me to the surface.

I believe I heard a small chuckle from him, but it was so low that it barely registered on his voice box, sounding more like a low buzz. He stepped directly in front of me, extending his hand for me to grab.

Oh, gods. He's gonna help me up now? After all the insults? After dismissing me in such a childish manner weeks ago? I did not wish to play this game of hot and cold with him, it was disorienting trying to keep up.

"Ok, I'm not into this. Please, leave me alone." I waved my hand dismissively, planting both hands by my sides desperately trying to get onto a knee in front of him.

"You think you can dismiss your commander in such a way?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious, maybe a bit peeved with me too. Again with the dodging! Does this man ever listen?