[Her anger feels better than her attempts to soothe him. That's familiar, that's tangible. His fists unclench, but do not move to lace through her fingers. It feels like a silly gesture -- but it also feels necessary. This had been a long time coming. They both needed to know where the other stood.]
I don't know.
[That will not be substantial enough, but it is all he has for her. And truly, he does not know. Coming into this, he had an answer -- he wanted to turn her, to rule the galaxy after dispatching Snoke with her at his side as his apprentice. That likelihood had been slipping away ever since they became to cross paths here. More and more, it became obvious that they would simply always be circling each other, reaching out but never crossing that line.
But the Dark side, for all he spoke of its presence, was corrupting. She was not tainted by it, as he was. There was no true way to turn back from the dark. Its stain was always there -- physically, mentally, emotionally. It was knowledge he didn't have the words for.
So all he can say is I don't know, because he still wants all those things she seems to want -- understanding. Commonality. Some way to turn from the feeling of being pulled in two different directions.
But she doesn't know the extent of what that means, and so he cannot fault her confusion. All he can do is resign that this alliance between them may simply not be possible.]
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I don't know.
[That will not be substantial enough, but it is all he has for her. And truly, he does not know. Coming into this, he had an answer -- he wanted to turn her, to rule the galaxy after dispatching Snoke with her at his side as his apprentice. That likelihood had been slipping away ever since they became to cross paths here. More and more, it became obvious that they would simply always be circling each other, reaching out but never crossing that line.
But the Dark side, for all he spoke of its presence, was corrupting. She was not tainted by it, as he was. There was no true way to turn back from the dark. Its stain was always there -- physically, mentally, emotionally. It was knowledge he didn't have the words for.
So all he can say is I don't know, because he still wants all those things she seems to want -- understanding. Commonality. Some way to turn from the feeling of being pulled in two different directions.
But she doesn't know the extent of what that means, and so he cannot fault her confusion. All he can do is resign that this alliance between them may simply not be possible.]
I know what I don't want.