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The Last Jedi: One
Mar. 13th, 2019 01:30 pmKylo's shaking. He knows it, knows it's an emotional reaction, but he can't stop. What he can't tell is if it's purely out of anger, or if the humiliation is bearing the brunt of it.
It can't end this way.
He won't let it.
...a new Vader...
Devoting himself to the dark side had been his highest goal and being as much like his grandfather was part and parcel with that. He looked up to the man, the power that he had wielded for the dark side. Kylo had wanted it for himself and Vader his only role model. Snoke was to help him make it a reality.
Now it was all gone.
...you have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo...
It was a hot knife being plunged into his chest. He had done away with Solo – his father - easily when the opportunity arose. Without hesitation. It had proven his devotion, the lengths he would go through to make himself worthy.
It meant nothing.
...bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber...
Another insult, pushing the knife deeper. What was worse, he couldn't dispute it. He wore the truth of it on his face. But there was something about her. Something he was willing to look into further and it made the sting of the words hurt just a little less because the Supreme Leader hadn't seen what he had. He hadn't seen her.
The girl.
Rey.
...you're no Vader, you're just a child in a mask...
There it was. The entirety of his being summed up in one sentence. The truth of how Snoke had always seen him, seen in him. Nothing. An immature menace at best. Kylo knew in that moment he would never be Vader.
But he couldn't let the anger dwell. Get rid of it and be done. He didn't want to be Vader anymore, he realized. He was better than his forefathers, better than all of it. He was different.
She was different.
There was work to be done.
It can't end this way.
He won't let it.
...a new Vader...
Devoting himself to the dark side had been his highest goal and being as much like his grandfather was part and parcel with that. He looked up to the man, the power that he had wielded for the dark side. Kylo had wanted it for himself and Vader his only role model. Snoke was to help him make it a reality.
Now it was all gone.
...you have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo...
It was a hot knife being plunged into his chest. He had done away with Solo – his father - easily when the opportunity arose. Without hesitation. It had proven his devotion, the lengths he would go through to make himself worthy.
It meant nothing.
...bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber...
Another insult, pushing the knife deeper. What was worse, he couldn't dispute it. He wore the truth of it on his face. But there was something about her. Something he was willing to look into further and it made the sting of the words hurt just a little less because the Supreme Leader hadn't seen what he had. He hadn't seen her.
The girl.
Rey.
...you're no Vader, you're just a child in a mask...
There it was. The entirety of his being summed up in one sentence. The truth of how Snoke had always seen him, seen in him. Nothing. An immature menace at best. Kylo knew in that moment he would never be Vader.
But he couldn't let the anger dwell. Get rid of it and be done. He didn't want to be Vader anymore, he realized. He was better than his forefathers, better than all of it. He was different.
She was different.
There was work to be done.
