[ She is so feral and untrained, it's a wonder to watch. If Kylo could stop and watch her movements and show her the way, he would.
It's not really not the time, not when she's actively trying to kill him. Like she is: right now.
(Maybe, he should let her.)
Han Solo is dead, and Kylo feels like his very soul has been split, the light that he'd been so trying to smother bleeding through in his guilt and anguish over the act. Snoke would reward him, though, he has finally proven that he is more than the weak willed little boy his Master thought of him.
If only he could convince himself of that, maybe he could convince Snoke. And if he brought him the scavenger, perhaps he would forgive him his weakness.
Red and blue on the snow under their feet, sabers locked in a deadly dance. She is strong, stronger than she knows. ]
I'm not lying to you. Don't you want to know how to control it? To master it? Think about it. You --
[ She swipes at him, and while Kylo had been expecting another high blow, she goes low in an underhanded move that he'd not been expecting, and he stumbles back. The bowcaster wound still smoldering on his side, blood dripping down onto the snow. ]
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It's not really not the time, not when she's actively trying to kill him. Like she is: right now.
(Maybe, he should let her.)
Han Solo is dead, and Kylo feels like his very soul has been split, the light that he'd been so trying to smother bleeding through in his guilt and anguish over the act. Snoke would reward him, though, he has finally proven that he is more than the weak willed little boy his Master thought of him.
If only he could convince himself of that, maybe he could convince Snoke. And if he brought him the scavenger, perhaps he would forgive him his weakness.
Red and blue on the snow under their feet, sabers locked in a deadly dance. She is strong, stronger than she knows. ]
I'm not lying to you. Don't you want to know how to control it? To master it? Think about it. You --
[ She swipes at him, and while Kylo had been expecting another high blow, she goes low in an underhanded move that he'd not been expecting, and he stumbles back. The bowcaster wound still smoldering on his side, blood dripping down onto the snow. ]