[He laughs, wheezing and low. It isn't genuine. Like flinching from a feigned blow, his eyeline darts away from her, settling somewhere else as he clamps down on his own breath, held tight in his lungs. She's blind. Deaf. Knows nothing of what is to come, and Skywalker will never prepare her for it, that he knows firsthand.
Whatever becomes of Kylo Ren, there will come a day where she'll realize he was right.] But he will.
He'll find your thoughts. He'll find you, soon enough.
[In dreams and painful, haunting whispers; she'll feel what he felt, know the agony of being torn apart from the inside out until her strong will bends. Breaks.]
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Whatever becomes of Kylo Ren, there will come a day where she'll realize he was right.] But he will.
He'll find your thoughts. He'll find you, soon enough.
[In dreams and painful, haunting whispers; she'll feel what he felt, know the agony of being torn apart from the inside out until her strong will bends. Breaks.]