[He doesn't dare blink, face hot from tears clinging to agitated eyelids - stare flickering as it darts from the pull of Solo's mouth to the set of his eyes. It's been more years than he can count since they last stood with so little space between them, and the scratch of worn skin across his cheek tightens the grip he's boring down into that metal held fast in his own hand.
He could kill him. Without a second thought he could snap bone or burn clean through flesh, more a potent threat than the boy they'd sent away from their side. So why, then-- why risk it, why care now when it's already too far spread to be stopped? Poison in his veins, his guarded, barely beating heart, and no matter how he hedges on reaching into the thoughts of the man he's staring down, he can't understand it.
The mask falls, hitting the catwalk beneath their feet hard enough to shake it like plasteel fibers, clamping down on Han's wrist with the opposite arm if only to leave his own weapon hand free.] It's too late.
[Kylo Ren, the man that effectively erased Ben Solo, doubted his father would ever find the courage to turn and face his own mistakes but Snoke knew all along, and something about it all has the acrid taste of bile settled across the back of his tongue. The idea he was only ever destined to fall so predictably short. Too much like Vader to serve as a Jedi, too weak to the Light to act as a Sith.
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He could kill him. Without a second thought he could snap bone or burn clean through flesh, more a potent threat than the boy they'd sent away from their side. So why, then-- why risk it, why care now when it's already too far spread to be stopped? Poison in his veins, his guarded, barely beating heart, and no matter how he hedges on reaching into the thoughts of the man he's staring down, he can't understand it.
The mask falls, hitting the catwalk beneath their feet hard enough to shake it like plasteel fibers, clamping down on Han's wrist with the opposite arm if only to leave his own weapon hand free.] It's too late.
[Kylo Ren, the man that effectively erased Ben Solo, doubted his father would ever find the courage to turn and face his own mistakes but Snoke knew all along, and something about it all has the acrid taste of bile settled across the back of his tongue. The idea he was only ever destined to fall so predictably short. Too much like Vader to serve as a Jedi, too weak to the Light to act as a Sith.
He can't let that be true.] Ben Solo is dead.