I know it's not the same but it's not -- [ She makes a vague gesture, fumbling for the words. For how to explain that the First Order that Poe knew was Snoke's, and her intentions didn't follow the same path. Not even close. Snoke and Hux couldn't wait to use Starkiller; she had been the only voice of dissent, the only one who saw such a massive loss of life as a tragedy rather than something to strive for.
Part of her doesn't know why she's even trying to make him understand, why she wants him to understand. She should just get in his head and be done with it. It's not as if he will believe you. He's like all the rest, thinking you as dark and bloodthirsty as Snoke. He's just like Rey, you're only a monster to him. Stop wasting your breath and exert your will as you intended.
"Just go back to her," she hears in the flesh. "Come home," echoes in her mind from the voice she'll never hear like that again.
You know you don't have to do this. You can find another way. Force and violence is not always the answer. Just because a choice was taken from you doesn't mean you should take it from someone else.
It's that moment on the walkway all over again.
Her brow furrows and there's something pained in her expression. The hand at her side twitches, muscle memory as if her saber were in her hand. ]
What I want? You have no idea what I want. No one in this entire damn galaxy has ever cared what I want.
[ As Kylo turns to pace away from him she makes another gesture, releasing Poe from the invisible hold, although whether she entirely meant to do so is questionable. Occasionally the Force guides her actions more than conscious choice, though it's usually the dark rather than the light surging briefly to take control. ]
You don't even know what you're saying. Go back? She sent me away. She was just as afraid of me as everyone else. [ And the only person who seemed to not be afraid of her had only wanted to use her power for themselves. ]
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Part of her doesn't know why she's even trying to make him understand, why she wants him to understand. She should just get in his head and be done with it. It's not as if he will believe you. He's like all the rest, thinking you as dark and bloodthirsty as Snoke. He's just like Rey, you're only a monster to him. Stop wasting your breath and exert your will as you intended.
"Just go back to her," she hears in the flesh. "Come home," echoes in her mind from the voice she'll never hear like that again.
You know you don't have to do this. You can find another way. Force and violence is not always the answer. Just because a choice was taken from you doesn't mean you should take it from someone else.
It's that moment on the walkway all over again.
Her brow furrows and there's something pained in her expression. The hand at her side twitches, muscle memory as if her saber were in her hand. ]
What I want? You have no idea what I want. No one in this entire damn galaxy has ever cared what I want.
[ As Kylo turns to pace away from him she makes another gesture, releasing Poe from the invisible hold, although whether she entirely meant to do so is questionable. Occasionally the Force guides her actions more than conscious choice, though it's usually the dark rather than the light surging briefly to take control. ]
You don't even know what you're saying. Go back? She sent me away. She was just as afraid of me as everyone else. [ And the only person who seemed to not be afraid of her had only wanted to use her power for themselves. ]