[He can't bring himself to care for her panic or fury, all he can see is that she has his lightsaber, the family heirloom that had always been meant for him, the relic supposedly lost to time forever. He fixates on it like a bloodhound as he lowers his arm and approaches her.]
I have been patient. I have shown you mercy, when I otherwise would have been called to cut you down. And you dare raise that weapon to--
[He feels the brush of her mind, but this time he is ready. He stops his advance to instead focus on turning her attack back on her. Not this time. The veil around her slowly begins to fade with his split concentration, but he plans to remind her exactly what she is capable of.
There's a far off sound, the clashing of lightsabers. The Dark Side, the Light. I told you: its more complicated than that. Her own words, echoed back to her. The way Rey dances aside with a lightsaber other than the one she holds now, a dangerous purple of warning and dark robes about her. Some version of her knows exactly what path awaits her, and he is not about to let it go so easily. You can decide to come with me and turn your back on the Dark and the Light that have rejected you, or you can wait here for the darkness to rise up and drown you.
He cannot -- will not let her into his mind again. Twice was too much already. But the longer he focuses on forcing her to face the vision, the quicker the veil around her fades, until it ceases to be and she is released.]
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I have been patient. I have shown you mercy, when I otherwise would have been called to cut you down. And you dare raise that weapon to--
[He feels the brush of her mind, but this time he is ready. He stops his advance to instead focus on turning her attack back on her. Not this time. The veil around her slowly begins to fade with his split concentration, but he plans to remind her exactly what she is capable of.
There's a far off sound, the clashing of lightsabers. The Dark Side, the Light. I told you: its more complicated than that. Her own words, echoed back to her. The way Rey dances aside with a lightsaber other than the one she holds now, a dangerous purple of warning and dark robes about her. Some version of her knows exactly what path awaits her, and he is not about to let it go so easily. You can decide to come with me and turn your back on the Dark and the Light that have rejected you, or you can wait here for the darkness to rise up and drown you.
He cannot -- will not let her into his mind again. Twice was too much already. But the longer he focuses on forcing her to face the vision, the quicker the veil around her fades, until it ceases to be and she is released.]