[Wheezing through his own teeth, dark hair a disheveled mess where it's fallen in front of his eyes, Ren doesn't dare move a step closer - too afraid to bridge the gap between them when it might mean tipping his hand to his own loss. Instead, it's only silence. Only Ben Solo and Kylo Ren and all the years they've lost under the weight of this struggle alone.
Snoke was always in his head, haunting him for as long as he can remember - perhaps even now, he knows where this struggle has led.
He sinks down to the floor, panting, back set to the pedestal behind him, eyes shut.] No.
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Snoke was always in his head, haunting him for as long as he can remember - perhaps even now, he knows where this struggle has led.
He sinks down to the floor, panting, back set to the pedestal behind him, eyes shut.] No.
No, there is very little left. For either of us.