[ Though he's largely recovered from his injuries-- at least, the worst of them-- Ren's movements are still stiff, and any trained soldier can see that he's not at 100%. Still, he's weakened, but not weak. Between the Force and his brutal, physical training as a Knight of Ren, Kylo's far from helpless.
Which is the only reason why he allows himself to be seen in public in this state. Still tall, proud, strong, and not anywhere close to defeated.
(Though it's a bit tough to look appropriately menacing while shopping for clothes. STILL, KYLO MAKES AN EFFORT TO.)
He can feel anger-- cold, sharp, and so unlike his own blazing, barely-contained wildfire-- emanating from a familiar presence, and though Kylo remains vigilant, he doesn't do the traitor the honor of acknowledging his presence. Much as he wants to strike, send him hurtling into the shop's displays, or rend his mind to shreds, Ren behaves for the time being.
Let the Rebel scum try to make the first move. It's only a matter of time. They always try, here, on this moon, and one day they'll learn first-hand just how much he's been holding back. Ren almost smiles at the thought, even as he compares two nearly-identical black sweaters. But when there's a sudden change in the lighting, and waves of surprise, panic, and aggravation rolling off of the few others in the shop, Kylo looks up from the clothes and sees...
They're blocked in by one of those blasted, solid holograms.
He tosses the sweaters aside and storms over to the entrance, reaching out with the Force to... attempt anything. But no, for now, there's precious little he can do but growl, hurl a mannequin at the door (with the Force, not his arms) in a fit of rage, and turn his anger to the most convenient target: FN-2187. ]
Trapped in a cage together. Isn't that convenient.
PRETEND I'M NOT PAINFULLY LATE
Which is the only reason why he allows himself to be seen in public in this state. Still tall, proud, strong, and not anywhere close to defeated.
(Though it's a bit tough to look appropriately menacing while shopping for clothes. STILL, KYLO MAKES AN EFFORT TO.)
He can feel anger-- cold, sharp, and so unlike his own blazing, barely-contained wildfire-- emanating from a familiar presence, and though Kylo remains vigilant, he doesn't do the traitor the honor of acknowledging his presence. Much as he wants to strike, send him hurtling into the shop's displays, or rend his mind to shreds, Ren behaves for the time being.
Let the Rebel scum try to make the first move. It's only a matter of time. They always try, here, on this moon, and one day they'll learn first-hand just how much he's been holding back. Ren almost smiles at the thought, even as he compares two nearly-identical black sweaters. But when there's a sudden change in the lighting, and waves of surprise, panic, and aggravation rolling off of the few others in the shop, Kylo looks up from the clothes and sees...
They're blocked in by one of those blasted, solid holograms.
He tosses the sweaters aside and storms over to the entrance, reaching out with the Force to... attempt anything. But no, for now, there's precious little he can do but growl, hurl a mannequin at the door (with the Force, not his arms) in a fit of rage, and turn his anger to the most convenient target: FN-2187. ]
Trapped in a cage together. Isn't that convenient.