[He can see it in Solo's eyes, hear it in his voice how brimming he is with contentment. A world of possibilities lying at an old man's fingertips-- few could truly say the same when life so often narrows the path once time has run its course.
His own lip curls, frown deepening. Rey has no reason to trust his intentions after everything she's seen (how competent she proved herself without so much as an ounce of training still sparks envy somewhere low in his chest) and FN-2187--
No. He rejects this happy fantasy, and he rejects the idea of what he's become - whatever his would-be father sees when he looks at him: overwhelming and insufficient all at once. He'll never be more than what he is, in that Snoke was correct.
But he protected the only thing that had ever truly mattered to Ben Solo. That's enough.]
He would have been relieved to hear you speak those words.
[Draw a line in the sand. Keep the man at bay; let him make no mistake that this is not his son.]
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His own lip curls, frown deepening. Rey has no reason to trust his intentions after everything she's seen (how competent she proved herself without so much as an ounce of training still sparks envy somewhere low in his chest) and FN-2187--
No. He rejects this happy fantasy, and he rejects the idea of what he's become - whatever his would-be father sees when he looks at him: overwhelming and insufficient all at once. He'll never be more than what he is, in that Snoke was correct.
But he protected the only thing that had ever truly mattered to Ben Solo. That's enough.]
He would have been relieved to hear you speak those words.
[Draw a line in the sand. Keep the man at bay; let him make no mistake that this is not his son.]