Kylo reflects for a moment, studying the old man before him. The memory of the entire painful process of forging his saber returns with uncomfortable clarity... failure, fracture, each concession torn from him by force. “I simply did it my way… according to my needs.”

His gaze wandered, fixed on a spot on the floor. "And how do you think this ends?" Kylo stares darkly at her. "Do you think your people will accept me with open arms?"

"Until you decide to accept my hand" He shrugs. "Then we'll stop fighting... And you'll stay by my side."

raise an eyebrow. "The right question would be... What are YOU doing here."

Interrupts the sparring and stares at her

Darkness doesn't consume me, reveals me.

"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ." Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master - STAR WARS oc(s)

╠ 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 ∥ 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 ╣ 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚎𝚗 “𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟... 𝑂𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘.” #SWRP ∥ #STARWARSRP ∥ #MVRP

Don't be afraid, I feel it too.

No one ever leaves completely.