[ This she offers plainly and without passion. Without appreciation, truly, that their roles have reversed so poetically — so grotesquely. Ren's hope is a mere shadow of what she had known her own to be, bright-eyed and determined, and tainted by his own obsessive delusions.
Whatever he intends to provoke, it's the wrong answer. Whatever had come to the surface slips away before it can be coaxed out, the offer too insufficient when his crimes against her betray his sentiments. ]
That might have been true when I was someone else. Something else. Before I understood.
[ Before he taught her. He should be proud, she thinks, bitter and puzzled all at once for his refusal to truly believe it it, holding onto the pieces of her light had once touched. For all that he claims he had not wanted this outcome, it had been what he offered among the wreckage of Snoke's former reign.
He still doesn't understand, but he will.
Rey's breathing sputters for only a second, strangled by his vice grip on the bond before it slackens from his fatigue. She watches as it nearly crumples him, unmoved. The only sign she is affected at all is the flutter of her eyelids, trying to blink away the dark spots in her vision, the dizziness that wants to render her unconsciousness for a brief, agonizing moment.
Slowly, she exhales. ]
I was always meant to be alone. You showed me that.
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[ This she offers plainly and without passion. Without appreciation, truly, that their roles have reversed so poetically — so grotesquely. Ren's hope is a mere shadow of what she had known her own to be, bright-eyed and determined, and tainted by his own obsessive delusions.
Whatever he intends to provoke, it's the wrong answer. Whatever had come to the surface slips away before it can be coaxed out, the offer too insufficient when his crimes against her betray his sentiments. ]
That might have been true when I was someone else. Something else. Before I understood.
[ Before he taught her. He should be proud, she thinks, bitter and puzzled all at once for his refusal to truly believe it it, holding onto the pieces of her light had once touched. For all that he claims he had not wanted this outcome, it had been what he offered among the wreckage of Snoke's former reign.
He still doesn't understand, but he will.
Rey's breathing sputters for only a second, strangled by his vice grip on the bond before it slackens from his fatigue. She watches as it nearly crumples him, unmoved. The only sign she is affected at all is the flutter of her eyelids, trying to blink away the dark spots in her vision, the dizziness that wants to render her unconsciousness for a brief, agonizing moment.
Slowly, she exhales. ]
I was always meant to be alone. You showed me that.