The storm of light and dark that is Kylo Ren glares menacingly at the group. The robes and cape that he uses to keep himself literally surrounded in darkness have been torn in places, exposing burns and shrapnel injuries. The young force wielder’s helm also damaged; cracked in the face plate, with his own blood dripping down off it and onto his chest.
Han barely has time to process it all. His son seems to have been caught in the explosion and has sustained injuries. Bad enough injuries that he’s leaving a trail of blood in the snow behind him. In his chest is the pang of a father who knows that is son is hurting and he wants to badly to take it all away - If he only knew know, Ben, you better believe that he would.
The talk on the catwalk seems not to have gone as well as the older man thought, because there’s menace in the dark brown of Kylo’s exposed eye. You’d have to think the smart move for the Knight would have been to retreat. Get onto a transport. Live to fight another day. Except that he followed them instead and it seems like he’s furious.
“I’ll go with you.” Han murmurs, taking a few steps toward his kid. He has to shake off feelings that seem to echo so strongly to the way he felt on cloud city. One scoundrel’s life to keep others safe? A fair trade. One he’d make every time. “Take me and let them go.”
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Date: 2016-05-25 04:21 pm (UTC)Han barely has time to process it all. His son seems to have been caught in the explosion and has sustained injuries. Bad enough injuries that he’s leaving a trail of blood in the snow behind him. In his chest is the pang of a father who knows that is son is hurting and he wants to badly to take it all away - If he only knew know, Ben, you better believe that he would.
The talk on the catwalk seems not to have gone as well as the older man thought, because there’s menace in the dark brown of Kylo’s exposed eye. You’d have to think the smart move for the Knight would have been to retreat. Get onto a transport. Live to fight another day. Except that he followed them instead and it seems like he’s furious.
“I’ll go with you.” Han murmurs, taking a few steps toward his kid. He has to shake off feelings that seem to echo so strongly to the way he felt on cloud city. One scoundrel’s life to keep others safe? A fair trade. One he’d make every time. “Take me and let them go.”