[He could not turn his own son and perhaps that was a mercy. For all of the rage and hatred, a part of him still understands what his son accomplished for him. And now here is his grandson, offering himself as his tool. But he is a shade of himself now, nothing more than whispers in the dark. His time has gone. ]
It is too late for that.
[ There's maybe a bit of bitterness there. ]
Too late for me. I cannot teach you, young Solo. You have not mastered the anger within yourself. You have not harnessed your fear.
[It's more painful to hear than Snoke's chastising remarks, and more digging than a wound to his side, like a structure buckling from its foundation upwards. To have come so close-- to have always come so close and never found a single viable foothold strong enough to pull himself up above the rising tide. Was this truly his birthright? Was he doomed to a life as a broken, pale shell since the moment he was born?
Was it his father's blood?]
--It's the light, isn't it?
[Always tormenting him, always calling to him, weakening his attachment to the dark side and its power; Snoke had chosen him because of his belief that there was balance in it, but now, with so much time passed, with so much discontentment to be found in it...Kylo Ren isn't so certain the Supreme Leader's assumptions were true.]
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It is too late for that.
[ There's maybe a bit of bitterness there. ]
Too late for me. I cannot teach you, young Solo. You have not mastered the anger within yourself. You have not harnessed your fear.
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Was it his father's blood?]
--It's the light, isn't it?
[Always tormenting him, always calling to him, weakening his attachment to the dark side and its power; Snoke had chosen him because of his belief that there was balance in it, but now, with so much time passed, with so much discontentment to be found in it...Kylo Ren isn't so certain the Supreme Leader's assumptions were true.]