[ When he bothers, Kylo Ren distinguishes Caducans by their grief—a leak sprung, a pulse throbbing, a second skin. But for the most part he just cuts them down. The red of his lightsaber flashing off the walls like a warning.
At breaks in the fighting—abrupt moments he seems to stumble into—he casts out with the Force, searching for Clara and grasping for his mother's presence, reassurance that she's alive.
He almost misses it. Her presence in the Force is tentative, so unlike her. Foolishly, he holds his breath to listen and a Caducan leaps at him from behind.
No time for words. Kylo shoves feelings back at her: danger and devastation and grim certainty. A wordless no like a blast of wind, pushing her away. ]
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At breaks in the fighting—abrupt moments he seems to stumble into—he casts out with the Force, searching for Clara and grasping for his mother's presence, reassurance that she's alive.
He almost misses it. Her presence in the Force is tentative, so unlike her. Foolishly, he holds his breath to listen and a Caducan leaps at him from behind.
No time for words. Kylo shoves feelings back at her: danger and devastation and grim certainty. A wordless no like a blast of wind, pushing her away. ]