[ His own wings subconsciously mirror hers, stretching out behind him. They're large enough to hit the wall of her bunker, but something about the action feels right, like he's confirming that yes, they're there, and they will carry him through the skies to rain doom upon his enemies. The thought excites him, lights a fire deep in his belly. ]
I want to fly with you. Someday, when you're ready.
[ He has yet to even try flying himself. There has been little time for it, between Rey's training and his First Order duties. But now he wants nothing more than to feel his feet leave the ground with Rey by his side. ]
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I want to fly with you. Someday, when you're ready.
[ He has yet to even try flying himself. There has been little time for it, between Rey's training and his First Order duties. But now he wants nothing more than to feel his feet leave the ground with Rey by his side. ]