[He's not a child anymore. Evaluations, for better or worse, don't spark him to frothing tantrums where either rank or risk are involved, and he doesn't flinch in the face of Vader's assessment: the only response that comes is the grit of an already set jaw, muscle flexing uselessly.
It isn't wrong.
He's terrified of a great many things. Loss, disappointment, failure - the idea that somehow it's all been predetermined for him since birth, one collapsing pin after another, over and over again. Snoke was the only saving grace in his guidance, but his grandfather? He was the inspiration. The aspiration. And carrying worth passed down via genetics is as much a coveted privilege as it is a promise there was always a set mark for him beyond his mother's beloved devotees or his failed father's exploits. And now, here, he's face to face with that ideal, facing the frigid sum of every possible fear, every hope bottled up and locked away across the years.]
Not of you. [Coming from someone else's mouth, it might sound like a threat, but Kylo's voice carries pride. Respect.] Not of what I could be, with your guidance.
you and me both we're just some improv artists all up in
It isn't wrong.
He's terrified of a great many things. Loss, disappointment, failure - the idea that somehow it's all been predetermined for him since birth, one collapsing pin after another, over and over again. Snoke was the only saving grace in his guidance, but his grandfather? He was the inspiration. The aspiration. And carrying worth passed down via genetics is as much a coveted privilege as it is a promise there was always a set mark for him beyond his mother's beloved devotees or his failed father's exploits. And now, here, he's face to face with that ideal, facing the frigid sum of every possible fear, every hope bottled up and locked away across the years.]
Not of you. [Coming from someone else's mouth, it might sound like a threat, but Kylo's voice carries pride. Respect.] Not of what I could be, with your guidance.