[ He wasn't expecting an apology. Not after their previous conversation. His lips part, sucking in a short breath. ]
We're a team. [ The word comes more comfortably than brood. They need to work together.
His thoughts stray for a moment, then: ]
I've never killed anyone before.
[ He doesn't want to have to. Not unless there's no other choice. But even if he's not the one to carry out the deed, from this moment on the blood on their hands is also his. ]
[ She wonders what that feels like. She has killed a handful of people personally, and has watched innumerable die, seen innumerable dead. It was all the same, she was complicit in it all as a denizen of her ugly fractured world with its mad king, who she adored. It did not cause her pain the way it did to Steve. Or maybe it did and she was merely used to ignoring it. ]
I... hope you will not have to.
[ She purses her lips. Not sure how to articulate what else needs to be said. She can contemplate her own actions, but then there was Ren. ]
Me too. [ But there's a sense that he knows things will shift. He was preparing to go to war before he came here, to fight for something he believed in (to prove he could carry his own weight).
What both Ilde and Ren had done were different.
The conversations falls away from him after that, his expression somber. ]
[ She is quiet for a long moment as well, not wanting to continue because to talk about Kylo Ren was to talk about herself. They were entangled because they were alike beneath their divergent exteriors. They were fearful and weak and used devotion and dogma to make themselves feel safe. For all the independence and personality each showed, they were shadows of people, their minds twisted, parts of themselves lost years ago. It drew them together. They saw it in each other. ]
Sometimes I become so agitated that it hurts those around me. [ He knows. He's felt it. She swallows. ] It swallows me, as if burning inside. Ren is... I understand him.
[ In the silence he pulls his knees up, resting his chin on them while his gaze fixes on some point in the distance. ]
I know. [ The line between his eyebrows deepens. ] But I think you care if you hurt people.
[ Forceful words, lines drawn. Understanding can only go so far. They're each they're own person, no matter how easy or tempting it is to blend and echo thoughts. No matter how much their pasts mirror each other. There's strength to those differences.
Between Ilde and Ren, Steve sees the big difference in that the latter has no desire or intention to learn control. ]
[ She can't say that's true. She isn't sorry that the punk is dead, she's only sorry that anyone made the connection between herself and her brood. She cares with specificity, and even her care is precarious, built out of selfishness; self-satisfaction. ]
I don't think I am. [ Even if she only cared about them right now, it was something. He's not as sure Ren wouldn't have rather seen him fall down that cliff. But - ] I'll talk to him later.
[ Silent for a moment, looking at him. She is reminded, as she often enough is, that there is a reason she is tied to him. They too have their similarities. She inclines her head, letting the emotions that have been making her face red quiet themselves once more. ]
As will I.
[ Though assuredly each of those conversations will be very different. ]
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We're a team. [ The word comes more comfortably than brood. They need to work together.
His thoughts stray for a moment, then: ]
I've never killed anyone before.
[ He doesn't want to have to. Not unless there's no other choice. But even if he's not the one to carry out the deed, from this moment on the blood on their hands is also his. ]
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[ She wonders what that feels like. She has killed a handful of people personally, and has watched innumerable die, seen innumerable dead. It was all the same, she was complicit in it all as a denizen of her ugly fractured world with its mad king, who she adored. It did not cause her pain the way it did to Steve. Or maybe it did and she was merely used to ignoring it. ]
I... hope you will not have to.
[ She purses her lips. Not sure how to articulate what else needs to be said. She can contemplate her own actions, but then there was Ren. ]
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What both Ilde and Ren had done were different.
The conversations falls away from him after that, his expression somber. ]
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Sometimes I become so agitated that it hurts those around me. [ He knows. He's felt it. She swallows. ] It swallows me, as if burning inside. Ren is... I understand him.
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I know. [ The line between his eyebrows deepens. ] But I think you care if you hurt people.
[ Forceful words, lines drawn. Understanding can only go so far. They're each they're own person, no matter how easy or tempting it is to blend and echo thoughts. No matter how much their pasts mirror each other. There's strength to those differences.
Between Ilde and Ren, Steve sees the big difference in that the latter has no desire or intention to learn control. ]
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You are mistaken about me.
[ A sigh. ]
I will not allow him to be dismissed. He is ours.
[ Determination to her brood. ]
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I don't think I am. [ Even if she only cared about them right now, it was something. He's not as sure Ren wouldn't have rather seen him fall down that cliff. But - ] I'll talk to him later.
[ He knows he can't ignore Ren forever. ]
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As will I.
[ Though assuredly each of those conversations will be very different. ]