[Kylo Ren does not turn around then, when Rey boldly attempts to assert her feelings on the matter of his actions. He stays against the wall, uselessly hiding how he weeps like a child from her, as if the bond didn’t exist to betray him and his emotions. But somewhere between his wheezing, a scoff sneaks through. And another, followed by a hollow and quiet chuckle.
When he turns back around, there is a different quality to him — something vaguely unhinged behind the puffy, red, boyish and scarred face. His teeth click on every consonent he delivers to her.]
Funny.
[The bass monotone suggests that its not very funny at all.]
That is precisely what Snoke told me, about my father.
[But he’d lied about that too, hadn’t he? He spreads his hands, burned hand now bloody from how he had beat it into the wall and split the skin there.]
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When he turns back around, there is a different quality to him — something vaguely unhinged behind the puffy, red, boyish and scarred face. His teeth click on every consonent he delivers to her.]
Funny.
[The bass monotone suggests that its not very funny at all.]
That is precisely what Snoke told me, about my father.
[But he’d lied about that too, hadn’t he? He spreads his hands, burned hand now bloody from how he had beat it into the wall and split the skin there.]