[Kylo moves to lean back over the terrace, staring out across the landscape. They hadn’t fought each other — Poe had even technically helped him. But he wasn’t going to talk about or even acknowledge that. The exhale that follows that thought is slow and deep.
Here is one of those moments where his programming is at odds with his personal growth and desires. He cannot help but wonder what Snoke might say, if he could see what this place had done to him. Would it be more of the same? Would he kill him and start over? Would he simply turn his back?]
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[Kylo moves to lean back over the terrace, staring out across the landscape. They hadn’t fought each other — Poe had even technically helped him. But he wasn’t going to talk about or even acknowledge that. The exhale that follows that thought is slow and deep.
Here is one of those moments where his programming is at odds with his personal growth and desires. He cannot help but wonder what Snoke might say, if he could see what this place had done to him. Would it be more of the same? Would he kill him and start over? Would he simply turn his back?]