[Something compels him to pace, urges him toward calm. He doesn't think to resist it -- he wants this to go away, as much as he wants to embrace it. His jaw remains clenched, braced against his own shaking grip. He doesn't even think to look for deception in her answer -- he's too blinded by his own pain, incapable of seeing truth beyond it. Just as he's incapable of seeing how Rey's light draws him in.
The lightsaber stays in his hand. Its a security blanket, so much so that he gestures at her with it, in spite of the fact that its still deactivated.]
You told him, about the bridge.
[Its obvious then how shaken he is by the corruption that bleeds into him. It comes out like an earthquake building when he relays it. I trusted you isn't spoken aloud, but it doesn't need to be. He trusted her, and it was a mistake. Even after everything he'd told her, about the dark and the light --]
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[Something compels him to pace, urges him toward calm. He doesn't think to resist it -- he wants this to go away, as much as he wants to embrace it. His jaw remains clenched, braced against his own shaking grip. He doesn't even think to look for deception in her answer -- he's too blinded by his own pain, incapable of seeing truth beyond it. Just as he's incapable of seeing how Rey's light draws him in.
The lightsaber stays in his hand. Its a security blanket, so much so that he gestures at her with it, in spite of the fact that its still deactivated.]
You told him, about the bridge.
[Its obvious then how shaken he is by the corruption that bleeds into him. It comes out like an earthquake building when he relays it. I trusted you isn't spoken aloud, but it doesn't need to be. He trusted her, and it was a mistake. Even after everything he'd told her, about the dark and the light --]
You still want to turn me. I won't.
[He can't.]