[ momentary panic sets in. just the remote suggestion of Snoke makes Rey's skin crawl; she'd heard a disembodied voice while she'd stood over Ren's prone form in the snow on Starkiller, with the mark of her saber slashed across his face and shoulder, telling her to kill, it would be so quick, so easy. she'd withdrawn from it, but she can't deny she'd heard it.
she's never heard Snoke's voice, but she would imagine it would be what the words in her head had sounded like — cold, wretched, unforgiving. ]
— No. I don't want him anywhere near my mind, again.
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she's never heard Snoke's voice, but she would imagine it would be what the words in her head had sounded like — cold, wretched, unforgiving. ]
— No. I don't want him anywhere near my mind, again.