[sorry for the delay! Thought I would have internet connection when I went out of town this weekend, and I was wrong.]
Intimidation was his bread and butter. Kylo Ren wasn't used to being this vulnerable. He left that at the training grounds along with the corpses of every other Padawan there. He left it with his father's body when he pulled his lightsaber free. Or at least, he tried to.
When she spoke of messengers beyond his understanding, most likely from another place and time, he felt even more vulnerable. These were things he could not control. And for a brief moment, he imagined his mother's face atop of Miro's. The light. It was calling to him even here!
He forced himself to sit up, focusing on the pain. The tea was hot, and he gulped down a mouthful to chase that dreaded feeling away.
"I want to finish what my grandfather started." He insisted. "I want power. I want control."
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Intimidation was his bread and butter. Kylo Ren wasn't used to being this vulnerable. He left that at the training grounds along with the corpses of every other Padawan there. He left it with his father's body when he pulled his lightsaber free. Or at least, he tried to.
When she spoke of messengers beyond his understanding, most likely from another place and time, he felt even more vulnerable. These were things he could not control. And for a brief moment, he imagined his mother's face atop of Miro's. The light. It was calling to him even here!
He forced himself to sit up, focusing on the pain. The tea was hot, and he gulped down a mouthful to chase that dreaded feeling away.
"I want to finish what my grandfather started." He insisted. "I want power. I want control."
Was it really that simple?