Anyone who truly knows Rey would realize that she isn't here to defend the gods. She couldn't even give less of a damn about saving the Door; it could explode into a million pieces for all she cared.
What she cared about were for the ones on this side of the Door. The ones who didn't want to lay down and die. Who wanted to fight for the right to live. Isn't that what it's always been about, ever since they got here? Survival.
It's been years since Rey first awoke on the floor of the Colosseum. A giant bat thought it could swoop in and take her away for its evening meal, the cheeky little shit. She made sure that didn't happen. It feels like lifetimes ago now, like those things happened to a different person, because she is different now. The thing that hasn't changed is that, like then, like always, she's still fighting...
Just as it's always been, even before here. It's not bats this time. It's machines. Fortunately, Rey's always been familiar with dispatching synthetics. The manic episodes of glee and amusement is intoxicating as she rips them apart in her scorching hands. Her fingers bleeding as she summons raw strength to tearing metal. The Null don't bleed, of course. Rey does; it's a hot, steaming red that seeps from her flesh as she rips cores straight from the Null's chassis after beating them down long and hard enough. The burst of energy from the Door is all that's been keeping her standing after hours of this same song and dance.
"Been killing you motherfuckers for a long time. Is this some sort of joke?" Rey barks a joyless laugh as she clutches the current Null core in her hand, before tossing it down the steps. It's quiet sometimes. She should be able to rest, but doesn't allow herself for it.
She should be spent, but she's still got a lot more madness to burn off if she doesn't want to turn that on the people she's stuck with.
Hour 7-10.
What she cared about were for the ones on this side of the Door. The ones who didn't want to lay down and die. Who wanted to fight for the right to live. Isn't that what it's always been about, ever since they got here? Survival.
It's been years since Rey first awoke on the floor of the Colosseum. A giant bat thought it could swoop in and take her away for its evening meal, the cheeky little shit. She made sure that didn't happen. It feels like lifetimes ago now, like those things happened to a different person, because she is different now. The thing that hasn't changed is that, like then, like always, she's still fighting...
Just as it's always been, even before here. It's not bats this time. It's machines. Fortunately, Rey's always been familiar with dispatching synthetics. The manic episodes of glee and amusement is intoxicating as she rips them apart in her scorching hands. Her fingers bleeding as she summons raw strength to tearing metal. The Null don't bleed, of course. Rey does; it's a hot, steaming red that seeps from her flesh as she rips cores straight from the Null's chassis after beating them down long and hard enough. The burst of energy from the Door is all that's been keeping her standing after hours of this same song and dance.
"Been killing you motherfuckers for a long time. Is this some sort of joke?" Rey barks a joyless laugh as she clutches the current Null core in her hand, before tossing it down the steps. It's quiet sometimes. She should be able to rest, but doesn't allow herself for it.
She should be spent, but she's still got a lot more madness to burn off if she doesn't want to turn that on the people she's stuck with.