[He's practically wheezing it, lungs pitched and pinned beneath his ribs, blatantly-- desperately-- ignoring the hand that sits heavy at his shoulder, eyes red and raw and stinging at their corners. This cannot be it. This cannot be all there is left to him. Let Vader's will be his master, not Snoke's - let the name Ben Solo die and tumble silently into the void.
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[He's practically wheezing it, lungs pitched and pinned beneath his ribs, blatantly-- desperately-- ignoring the hand that sits heavy at his shoulder, eyes red and raw and stinging at their corners. This cannot be it. This cannot be all there is left to him. Let Vader's will be his master, not Snoke's - let the name Ben Solo die and tumble silently into the void.
Let him not falter.]
Please--