[ The reverence in his grandson's voice is disgusting. Invigorating. What does this boy know of him? Of his life? of the pain and anger that fueled him for nearly thirty years? His shadow looms large again and what little light is left in the room seems to be snuffed out, crushed by a smothering, encroaching darkness, a chill that seeps out of the walls. ]
And what do you know of me? You understand nothing, Solo.
[ As sickening as it is to admit, thirty years ago he would've been ecstatic to have somoene as willing to follow him as Benjamin. Maybe then he might've crushed the Emperor, made things right-
late 5ever
[ The reverence in his grandson's voice is disgusting. Invigorating. What does this boy know of him? Of his life? of the pain and anger that fueled him for nearly thirty years? His shadow looms large again and what little light is left in the room seems to be snuffed out, crushed by a smothering, encroaching darkness, a chill that seeps out of the walls. ]
And what do you know of me? You understand nothing, Solo.
[ As sickening as it is to admit, thirty years ago he would've been ecstatic to have somoene as willing to follow him as Benjamin. Maybe then he might've crushed the Emperor, made things right-
But that is a dream for the living. ]