[Strange to think a Jedi so old and so fragile could have escaped Vader's grasp, aiding Luke and the rebellion for so long-- that he'd lived far beyond what seemed possible even for the best kept human lifespans, helping to train a new order when the last one had (supposedly) slipped through his fingers. There was a sort of irony in it that only Ben could grasp, apparently, and it had little to do with the name they shared: weakness breeding weakness, always afraid of the shadows.
Wary. Wary was how the Jedi described it. Concerned, sometimes, but never 'afraid'. That adjective was reserved for the Dark Side, no matter how keenly it came to them or how often they meditated on it by cliffs spattered with salt.
He knew the truth.
And when he tore into the foundation of their new order under Snoke's guidance he made sure they made no mistake about it, stripped of all pretense in the wake of their own, aching loss. His lightsaber (his lightsaber, shaped by his own hands and not a dull tool meant to gently coax him into knighthood) spitting hatefully against the rain-soaked air, steam and sparks as crimson as the blood under his heels.] it's over.
#things Kylo Ren literally has never heard in his life (also an AU!!)
Wary. Wary was how the Jedi described it. Concerned, sometimes, but never 'afraid'. That adjective was reserved for the Dark Side, no matter how keenly it came to them or how often they meditated on it by cliffs spattered with salt.
He knew the truth.
And when he tore into the foundation of their new order under Snoke's guidance he made sure they made no mistake about it, stripped of all pretense in the wake of their own, aching loss. His lightsaber (his lightsaber, shaped by his own hands and not a dull tool meant to gently coax him into knighthood) spitting hatefully against the rain-soaked air, steam and sparks as crimson as the blood under his heels.] it's over.
I'm finishing what he started.