[He reaches up, then, through the false outline of his own silhouette, pressing latches to the tune of their automated release mechanisms as they hiss and spit in protest. The mask falls away, heavy from more than just its own weight.
And Kylo Ren meets his own stare. Unflinching. Unswayed.] I am your reflection, Solo.
And for that, we are both cowards.
[Equals, however pitiful it has made him. He could have been more were it not for the light.]
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And Kylo Ren meets his own stare. Unflinching. Unswayed.] I am your reflection, Solo.
And for that, we are both cowards.
[Equals, however pitiful it has made him. He could have been more were it not for the light.]