[Kinetic force. A weight pressing back against a world that cared nothing for them. That was his claim, his relevance. In part, Ben Solo is wrong: Snoke had wanted him to be nothing less, but their goals had always run parallel - potentially why the Supreme Leader's influence had inevitably come to fruition, necessity crossing wires with wants and whispers, spiraling out of control without remorse.
He cannot manage sympathy or sorrow, unwilling still to bow silently at the whim of his own cast-off shell, but redirection...of his hatred, his enmity and whatever impact it caries, that Kylo Ren can do.
His eyeline lifts, gloved fingers tiredly reaching up to grab blindy where he'd set his mask. A gesture punctuated by cold determination.]
[And that's really all that Ben can expect from Kylo in the end, isn't it? Anger, pointed one way or the other. If it has to be that way, it may as well be pointed in something resembling a productive direction. Better than self-defeat, anyhow.
He locks eyes with himself, smiling as he struggles up to his feet. It hurts. All of this hurts.
[A gesture that might be otherwise heartwarming, rejected immediately by Kylo Ren as he places gloved palms on the floor at his side, shoving hard until he's upright via nothing more than his own stubborn, livid strength. Meets his shadow's stare, unblinking.
And then turns to replace the mask, pulling it unceremoniously from its resting place at his back.
If this is where fate-- and the Force-- has led them, then so be it.]
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He cannot manage sympathy or sorrow, unwilling still to bow silently at the whim of his own cast-off shell, but redirection...of his hatred, his enmity and whatever impact it caries, that Kylo Ren can do.
His eyeline lifts, gloved fingers tiredly reaching up to grab blindy where he'd set his mask. A gesture punctuated by cold determination.]
To the end, then.
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He locks eyes with himself, smiling as he struggles up to his feet. It hurts. All of this hurts.
But it's not going to stop any time soon.
He offers a hand to help Ren up.]
All the way to the end.
One way or the other.
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And then turns to replace the mask, pulling it unceremoniously from its resting place at his back.
If this is where fate-- and the Force-- has led them, then so be it.]
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Ben knew he wouldn't take the hand. He knew he wouldn't fold to him in any way, but still it hurts somewhere deep in his gut as Ren turns away.
Someday.
Someday they will live in harmony.
As Kylo Ren replaces his mask, Ben Solo shimmers and fades back into obscurity.]