The cargo hold is in shambles. Scorch marks covered the floor, the walls, the ceiling alike. If anything in those crates had value, it was worthless, smoldering space junk now. And in the middle of the destruction knelt Kylo Ren, head in his hands.
"No, I'm not okay! I've never been okay!" he screamed, angry and raw. Then came a sniffle, as though he'd been crying through it all. "I'm being torn apart!"
It wasn't just between the light side and the dark side. Kylo was questioning the very fabric of who and what he was. Nothing made sense. Nothing felt right. He was riddled with questions that had no easy answers.
He was in pain, and for the first time in years, he actually wanted to be free of it.
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Date: 2016-06-27 11:48 am (UTC)"No, I'm not okay! I've never been okay!" he screamed, angry and raw. Then came a sniffle, as though he'd been crying through it all. "I'm being torn apart!"
It wasn't just between the light side and the dark side. Kylo was questioning the very fabric of who and what he was. Nothing made sense. Nothing felt right. He was riddled with questions that had no easy answers.
He was in pain, and for the first time in years, he actually wanted to be free of it.