[Luke can tell, somehow, that his nephew is just barely holding onto himself. His confession, his excuses, the way flinches now and the vulnerability spilled across his face: Luke knows he could push and watch him fall apart the rest of the way, or he could back off and let him piece himself back together. The problem is, he doesn't know which one will be better for either of them, or the universe around them. He wishes Ben or Yoda or even his Father were here to--
Oh. An idea thrums through him with such sudden force that he lets go of Kylo Ren's sleeves and grabs his hands instead, solid and warm and deliberate. It's a push, but everything suddenly feels urgent and possible and he can't help himself.]
Come with me. [This place is strange. A temple, he thinks? Though whether it was built by the Jedi or the Sith, he can't tell. It's little more than a ruin from the outside, he remembers having to talk R2D2 into letting him set the shuttle down on crumbling stones, but inside it's whole and new. And now he's speaking to someone from a different time, trapped beneath a plant that trades a kiss for freedom. Strange might be an understatement, but if he turns back the way he came, he knows he can leave and find Han and Leia and the Rebellion (no... the New Republic) warring with the last stubborn vestiges of the Empire. He's sure that his Nephew can retrace his own steps and go back to the bleak future that Luke doesn't really want to consider.
He has the suspicion that if either of them try to explore the other, unused passages, they'll be lost forever, but if they're careful... He exhales, loathe to concede far enough for this but knowing it's probably necessary:] Even if you stay on your own path, [the wrong one!!] follow me out of here.
[And then, his trump card. On Dagobah, where the swamps are steeped in the Force (even the Dark Side has its place in the murky caves there), Luke knows he'll be able to call someone that his nephew is interested in... someone who might do better (or worse, it's a gamble) to convince him to come back.] I'll take you to meet my father.
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Oh. An idea thrums through him with such sudden force that he lets go of Kylo Ren's sleeves and grabs his hands instead, solid and warm and deliberate. It's a push, but everything suddenly feels urgent and possible and he can't help himself.]
Come with me. [This place is strange. A temple, he thinks? Though whether it was built by the Jedi or the Sith, he can't tell. It's little more than a ruin from the outside, he remembers having to talk R2D2 into letting him set the shuttle down on crumbling stones, but inside it's whole and new. And now he's speaking to someone from a different time, trapped beneath a plant that trades a kiss for freedom. Strange might be an understatement, but if he turns back the way he came, he knows he can leave and find Han and Leia and the Rebellion (no... the New Republic) warring with the last stubborn vestiges of the Empire. He's sure that his Nephew can retrace his own steps and go back to the bleak future that Luke doesn't really want to consider.
He has the suspicion that if either of them try to explore the other, unused passages, they'll be lost forever, but if they're careful... He exhales, loathe to concede far enough for this but knowing it's probably necessary:] Even if you stay on your own path, [the wrong one!!] follow me out of here.
[And then, his trump card. On Dagobah, where the swamps are steeped in the Force (even the Dark Side has its place in the murky caves there), Luke knows he'll be able to call someone that his nephew is interested in... someone who might do better (or worse, it's a gamble) to convince him to come back.] I'll take you to meet my father.