["I could bring you back". As if the prospect of returning as a shattered and crippled shell of his former self, even more of a broken thing then he was when he first put on his mask, has any appeal. He knows that he isn't whole - he is merely a reflection of what came before, a shadow, an imprint. To be brought back in any capacity would be to live a twisted half-life.
His shadow moves, looming large in the room. ]
Immortality means nothing.
[ He breathes the name, emphasizes it. For all that the man in front of him would deny it, he knows the blood that runs in his veins. He is as much "Solo" as he is "Skywalker". More of both than he is "Kylo Ren". ]
making this up as i go
His shadow moves, looming large in the room. ]
Immortality means nothing.
[ He breathes the name, emphasizes it. For all that the man in front of him would deny it, he knows the blood that runs in his veins. He is as much "Solo" as he is "Skywalker". More of both than he is "Kylo Ren". ]
I sense...
[ The words hang. ]
Conflict. Yes. You are conflicted. Afraid.