[ Were she in a right state of mind Kylo would have acted out or snapped back -- I could have killed her but I didn't. -- but honestly everything's a whirlwind. Kylo had been privately grieving for weeks and truthfully it had been part of why she let Hux primarily lead the search for the Resistance after what happened on Crait. The conflict in her that was supposed to have died at times never seemed louder. She was the last of her line -- admittedly most by her own doing -- and the ache of loneliness that came with it had been unexpected.
But now it seemed that was all irrelevant.
The confirmation that Leia was, in fact, alive repeats in Kylo's mind and emotion twists her insides to the point it almost feels difficult to breathe. Her mother is alive and she feels... relief. There's a surge of something bright and hot inside her and oh, that part of her that was supposed to die with Han wasn't dead at all. She buried it well, but with this news there's no way to keep it back. Not until she gets herself back under control.
Kylo blinks past the wetness in her eyes and she closes the distance between them in a breath. One hand grabs a hold of Poe's shirt, pulling him toward her. Force powers seem to be completely forgotten about in the moment. ]
How did she survive? I felt her die that day. [ There's a certain desperation and eagerness in her voice now that was very unbecoming for a Supreme Leader, but entirely appropriate for a daughter who'd thought she lost the last bit of family she had. Kylo feels... hope? No, that couldn't be it. And even if it was, what right did she have to feel such things now after all she had done. ]
we interrupt your regularly scheduled torture session for a small feels trip
But now it seemed that was all irrelevant.
The confirmation that Leia was, in fact, alive repeats in Kylo's mind and emotion twists her insides to the point it almost feels difficult to breathe. Her mother is alive and she feels... relief. There's a surge of something bright and hot inside her and oh, that part of her that was supposed to die with Han wasn't dead at all. She buried it well, but with this news there's no way to keep it back. Not until she gets herself back under control.
Kylo blinks past the wetness in her eyes and she closes the distance between them in a breath. One hand grabs a hold of Poe's shirt, pulling him toward her. Force powers seem to be completely forgotten about in the moment. ]
How did she survive? I felt her die that day. [ There's a certain desperation and eagerness in her voice now that was very unbecoming for a Supreme Leader, but entirely appropriate for a daughter who'd thought she lost the last bit of family she had. Kylo feels... hope? No, that couldn't be it. And even if it was, what right did she have to feel such things now after all she had done. ]