Admittedly after fifteen years he had, perhaps, convinced himself that the risk of running into any of them – much less his brother – was minimal. Leia, he knew, had her duties and as for Han – well... whatever hope he'd had that his loss would somehow reconcile them (meager, fragile thing that it was) had long since been dashed to pieces.
Yet here they were, with Junior tucked into one of the Finalizer's medical cots, looking like he'd just seen a ghost.
Inclining his head, Ren considered correcting him. Telling him that Ben Solo was dead, that he had been dead for fifteen years and that the mere speaking of his name was considered blasphemy. That would be the right thing to do, certainly. The mature thing.
Instead he leaned forward, the light catching the ridges of his mask, making it look, if anything, more ominous. Less animal and more nightmare creature. “Idiot.”
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Admittedly after fifteen years he had, perhaps, convinced himself that the risk of running into any of them – much less his brother – was minimal. Leia, he knew, had her duties and as for Han – well... whatever hope he'd had that his loss would somehow reconcile them (meager, fragile thing that it was) had long since been dashed to pieces.
Yet here they were, with Junior tucked into one of the Finalizer's medical cots, looking like he'd just seen a ghost.
Inclining his head, Ren considered correcting him. Telling him that Ben Solo was dead, that he had been dead for fifteen years and that the mere speaking of his name was considered blasphemy. That would be the right thing to do, certainly. The mature thing.
Instead he leaned forward, the light catching the ridges of his mask, making it look, if anything, more ominous. Less animal and more nightmare creature. “Idiot.”