"Are you serious?"
The atmosphere was tense as silence echoed in the vast, dull expanse. The faulty lights on the ceiling flickered, radiating flashes of brilliance on the two who stood beneath it.
Trisha still tightly held her blade as she stared seriously at Rey.
The question he asked lingered in the air, and she bent a little lower, parting her lips to answer the question.
"What do you think?" As her response—another question—wafted through the air, Rey suddenly broke into a slight grin.
Trisha felt taken aback by this. She didn't know why he was displaying such emotions in front of her. Somehow, it infuriated her.
"You know I'm going to win, right?" He said. "There's no point in doing this."
"You said you wanted to talk. Well, this is what I want to do. So… do you only want to achieve what you want, or will you take your stance and fight?"
