He looked at Han, and then back down at the gauze. He clenched his fists and then let his hands fall at his side. It had been so long since he'd been asked to decide his own fate (if ever), he didn't know what to do. His expression said that loud and clear.
Eventually, Kylo nodded, raising his arms again so Han could bandage his wounds.
"...will you show me what it's like..." He asked hesitantly. "to be your own master?"
To smuggle contraband, to swindle and profit, to escape by the skin of your teeth. To fly fast, live large and be good enough to not die young. It seemed a fitting place to start - a son wanting to be like his father, but not knowing how to ask.
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Date: 2016-06-11 09:05 pm (UTC)Eventually, Kylo nodded, raising his arms again so Han could bandage his wounds.
"...will you show me what it's like..." He asked hesitantly. "to be your own master?"
To smuggle contraband, to swindle and profit, to escape by the skin of your teeth. To fly fast, live large and be good enough to not die young. It seemed a fitting place to start - a son wanting to be like his father, but not knowing how to ask.