[It's madness. More than that, it's senseless: there's nothing to be gained from wrestling with himself-- no, with something that no longer exists-- something that was never a part of him. And still he rises as it stalks ever closer, determined not to concede so much as an inch.
This is nothing new, he tells himself: it is not the first time he's waged this war, and it likely will not be the last.] It was you that faltered. You, that once leaned on me when all else had failed you.
[Severed for so long, he wouldn't blame Ben Solo for forgetting how pitiful he'd been. Tormented and weak, and chased by the too-long-reach of the Supreme Leader, he knew nothing of what he could have been, set aside by his own blood. Forgotten. Left to his torment for too long.
Skywalker was a poor substitute.] I have a purpose. I am -wanted-.
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This is nothing new, he tells himself: it is not the first time he's waged this war, and it likely will not be the last.] It was you that faltered. You, that once leaned on me when all else had failed you.
[Severed for so long, he wouldn't blame Ben Solo for forgetting how pitiful he'd been. Tormented and weak, and chased by the too-long-reach of the Supreme Leader, he knew nothing of what he could have been, set aside by his own blood. Forgotten. Left to his torment for too long.
Skywalker was a poor substitute.] I have a purpose. I am -wanted-.
You would be wise to remember that.