[well apparently someone better get some carbonite stat, before Ben's birthday takes hold
This time it isn't met with anger-- or if it is, it's toothless, played out in a raw, sharp-edged stare, lips thinned out, jaw too tight. There is nothing that Han Solo says that Ben cannot feel, and that is their common ground. Meager and pale, but true, and after a moment he attunes himself to it, feeling it low like the vibration of the ship around them.
This is his father, a liar that only knows the beating of his own heart and how it cares for what few matter in his eyes. A thief that steals too little.
A man, tired and old and waning, that never wanted all the mistakes he was forced to endure. In that, Kylo Ren-- Ben Solo-- sees himself, more than he ever did in Vader's broken shadow.
His stare drops to some far off, abstract point. Childish almost in the way he lowers his voice and lifts his chin, barely audible over the hum of the systems beneath their feet.] I was not asking you to.
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well apparently someone better get some carbonite stat, before Ben's birthday takes holdThis time it isn't met with anger-- or if it is, it's toothless, played out in a raw, sharp-edged stare, lips thinned out, jaw too tight. There is nothing that Han Solo says that Ben cannot feel, and that is their common ground. Meager and pale, but true, and after a moment he attunes himself to it, feeling it low like the vibration of the ship around them.
This is his father, a liar that only knows the beating of his own heart and how it cares for what few matter in his eyes. A thief that steals too little.
A man, tired and old and waning, that never wanted all the mistakes he was forced to endure. In that, Kylo Ren-- Ben Solo-- sees himself, more than he ever did in Vader's broken shadow.
His stare drops to some far off, abstract point. Childish almost in the way he lowers his voice and lifts his chin, barely audible over the hum of the systems beneath their feet.] I was not asking you to.
[Yes he was.]