( Rey's heart goes out like the beat of a heavy drum, and that certainly is a difference between them, a weakness that he does not possess. Snoke had once accused him of compassion, spitting the word at him as if it were a filthy slur. Sitting in there in the dirt, Kylo knows without fault that he possesses no such compulsion, that his heart does not go out to any of the people fighting for his cause - hardly for Hux and not for Phasma nor for any of the other Knights on the ground tonight, though he can admit, even in Hux's case, that their loss would be a setback - and that there is certainly no one in the galaxy he would call friend the way that word chases Poe Dameron and the turncoat trooper and the Wookie like a searchlight. Therein lies the strength in loneliness, the knowledge that there is no one other than himself he needs to spend time worrying about.
He has no real words for her regarding the perspective of the Resistance nor for her comments regarding his master's position on Kylo's failures as an apprentice, despite his elevated status as the most promising of pupils, despite the way that he was groomed by Snoke himself. Partly because he doesn't care for her opinions and partly because he knows, at least, that there is more truth to the fictional nightmare of Snoke's existence on the whole and what it means for Kylo Ren than he has care to admit. And partly still because she sounds very much like Han Solo in certain ways that make his skin crawl and his blood burn, ever-present anger and disdain rising to the surface, muscle memory, reinforcing the grain of truth that wedged its way somewhere inside him and has yet to be shaken loose. The Supreme Leader is wise, he thinks to himself, from a lifetime ago, like a mantra, and says instead - )
There is little in the universe that is set in stone, even when it comes to the Force. ( Is as cryptic and Jedi-like an answer as he's willing to deliver. The truth is that he can look ahead or she can or they can rely on what they know of the other and of the circumstances surrounding them and try to determine the way things will go, but there are no guarantees. Save for the truths they know to be hardwired, reinforced by steel and concrete, unchanging as their positions on either side of the line. They stare at each other from across a series of chasms, of gulfs, and Kylo looks at her now across a short distance of six or seven feet, scrutinizing her carefully. ) You're so sure of my place at the end of the road. I'm curious about where you think you'll stand when that day comes, when the Resistance is gone and your parasite is all that's left.
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( Rey's heart goes out like the beat of a heavy drum, and that certainly is a difference between them, a weakness that he does not possess. Snoke had once accused him of compassion, spitting the word at him as if it were a filthy slur. Sitting in there in the dirt, Kylo knows without fault that he possesses no such compulsion, that his heart does not go out to any of the people fighting for his cause - hardly for Hux and not for Phasma nor for any of the other Knights on the ground tonight, though he can admit, even in Hux's case, that their loss would be a setback - and that there is certainly no one in the galaxy he would call friend the way that word chases Poe Dameron and the turncoat trooper and the Wookie like a searchlight. Therein lies the strength in loneliness, the knowledge that there is no one other than himself he needs to spend time worrying about.
He has no real words for her regarding the perspective of the Resistance nor for her comments regarding his master's position on Kylo's failures as an apprentice, despite his elevated status as the most promising of pupils, despite the way that he was groomed by Snoke himself. Partly because he doesn't care for her opinions and partly because he knows, at least, that there is more truth to the fictional nightmare of Snoke's existence on the whole and what it means for Kylo Ren than he has care to admit. And partly still because she sounds very much like Han Solo in certain ways that make his skin crawl and his blood burn, ever-present anger and disdain rising to the surface, muscle memory, reinforcing the grain of truth that wedged its way somewhere inside him and has yet to be shaken loose. The Supreme Leader is wise, he thinks to himself, from a lifetime ago, like a mantra, and says instead - )
There is little in the universe that is set in stone, even when it comes to the Force. ( Is as cryptic and Jedi-like an answer as he's willing to deliver. The truth is that he can look ahead or she can or they can rely on what they know of the other and of the circumstances surrounding them and try to determine the way things will go, but there are no guarantees. Save for the truths they know to be hardwired, reinforced by steel and concrete, unchanging as their positions on either side of the line. They stare at each other from across a series of chasms, of gulfs, and Kylo looks at her now across a short distance of six or seven feet, scrutinizing her carefully. ) You're so sure of my place at the end of the road. I'm curious about where you think you'll stand when that day comes, when the Resistance is gone and your parasite is all that's left.