Being closed off from the Force is disorienting enough, but the feeling of falling while she can't even see makes Rey feel like she might be sick. Her stomach flips, she can't tell which way is up or down, and it makes her think for a terrifying second of being submerged in water again. Fighting then had gotten her to the surface, let her breathe, but what good will flailing while you fall do?
Broken arms, if there's anything on the way down to hit them against. She can feel the rough shapes of boxes, always boxes against her back and tries to focus on stillness, inside and out.
Without the Force she feels oddly like the scavenger from Jakku, the nobody she'd always been, and it feels freeing until she reaches for a staff that isn't on her back. Without the Force all she has is her hands, her feet, to fight back. It's not ideal, but she'll manage. She'll fight tooth and nail, she's been captured before, nothing could be worst than Kylo Ren and Snoke.
No staff, no Force. Nothing. a cruel little voice whispers in the back of her head, but she clenches her jaw and refuses to let doubt take hold. She's come too, too far.
And then the light overhead snaps on, she sees a man in a mask, and she feels cold all over. Her hands clench into fists and she stands her ground, silent, waiting. Whatever this is, whoever this thing is, she has no intention of giving them what they want.
They want to speak? She'll just keep her mouth shut, chin jutted stubbornly up like a dare to try to make her talk.
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Broken arms, if there's anything on the way down to hit them against. She can feel the rough shapes of boxes, always boxes against her back and tries to focus on stillness, inside and out.
Without the Force she feels oddly like the scavenger from Jakku, the nobody she'd always been, and it feels freeing until she reaches for a staff that isn't on her back. Without the Force all she has is her hands, her feet, to fight back. It's not ideal, but she'll manage. She'll fight tooth and nail, she's been captured before, nothing could be worst than Kylo Ren and Snoke.
No staff, no Force. Nothing. a cruel little voice whispers in the back of her head, but she clenches her jaw and refuses to let doubt take hold. She's come too, too far.
And then the light overhead snaps on, she sees a man in a mask, and she feels cold all over. Her hands clench into fists and she stands her ground, silent, waiting. Whatever this is, whoever this thing is, she has no intention of giving them what they want.
They want to speak? She'll just keep her mouth shut, chin jutted stubbornly up like a dare to try to make her talk.