@VergenceOfForce Ren scoffs. “You think /you/ can decide my fate? You think I couldn’t destroy /all of you/ and everything you care about before I let that happen? You... all of you... and your pathetic Resistence are at the mercy of the First Order.”
@VergenceOfForce “And how would you have our confrontation begin?” he asks, face unreadable but a hint of haunted torment in his eyes.
“I suggest you surrender...” There is a long silence before he adds, “I don’t suspect you’d want anyone else to die....”
And I don’t either, he thinks.
@VergenceOfForce He states as her a moment longer, fighting off a thousand emotions—and the urge to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness, or for death.
“Your Resistance is futile,” Kylo Ren spits out the words while he can utter them. “You will all be crushed. Surrender now, and you +
“You mean the Ben who cut my grandfather’s limbs off, set him on fire, and left him to burn to death, all the while claiming he ‘loved him?’” https://t.co/9RkDuRTacr
A quick summary of myself so that anyone stumbling upon my profile will see it immediately:
Hi, I'm sand. Yes, I speak for all the grains of sand that you stepped on yesterday and will step on tomorrow.
I'm great friends with most Porgs, but seem to be enemies with Anakin.
@VergenceOfForce Leia’s eyes meets Kylo Ren’s. Ben. Her son. Her son who has just murdered his father.
He stared at her, face pale, conflict in his eyes—guilt, shame, regret, anger... He looks like he might cry.
“General Organa.” He tries to keep his face and voice indifferent.
@VergenceOfForce Kylo Ren exits the ship and freezes. The color drains from his face. He finds himself staring directly at General Organa.... Leia. His mother.